Stephanie W.
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DomesticateA Poem by Stephanie W.instrumentals and the hollowjust thereat the bottom of your neckthat gorge like a spoon restindifferent |
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I'm afraid when you're singing// you're not breath..A Poem by Stephanie W.there's something archaic, Biblically strikingwhen after waking you say "phenomenal" to meand nothing else for daysyou lie there, chest heaving steadi.. |
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Saudade//A Poem by Stephanie W.Not in body, via surrogacy kooky anemone amorous stingstraces of you, transubstantiatedthe wine on your lips becomes meelemental, ground to mineralhis.. |
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OdeletA Poem by Stephanie W.Hey, St. Judethe harmonies sound goodI always forgetare you brother or betrayer to him?You ran toward mecarrying that blue snakebetween your teethto t.. |
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Split// keep it upstairsA Poem by Stephanie W.in times like these (which cannot even be called time) even the silver lining is too bright Somebody presses pause (your picture swishes towards .. |
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Untitled 1A Poem by Stephanie W.the chief of graves has been digging for a decadethey have tried to build houses upon his ground too soonfathers keep returning sometimes with bullets.. |
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A Pamphlet Titled, "Know Your Enemy"A Poem by Stephanie W.look at my hands-they are sling-backbottle necksstemming towardsyour Palestinian kiss,depositing a smallbundle of selfupon the fields,carving a pathfo.. |
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barkA Poem by Stephanie W.if it isn’t youit’s prey to otherand other may not sing to usof the balding waif of a serious loveand killing our fortunes and smearing ou.. |
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FurnaceA Poem by Stephanie W.In Athenslung inflammationis becoming rampant Before WWIItheir forests grew thickwith treesnow Their fireplaces are no longer for decoration The poore.. |
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All Wernher Von Braun WantedA Poem by Stephanie W.When self meeting self returns a gaze all records must be written in red If you are following breadcrumbs of what you call “the life,&rdquo.. |
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