Sydney Jane
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the americanA Poem by Sydney Jane“I’ll have your favorite,” she playfully whispered.leaning against the honest glass display,she stood with a curious strawberry smil.. |
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palimpsestA Poem by Sydney Janegently, I rub delicate bleached flesh, mixing mixing dripping colors that will dry up.to preserve your white with my gray fingertips is impractic.. |
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thirty three degreesA Poem by Sydney Janewe toss cracked fragments onto our plate. Father taught us to use a hammer. my sister and I argue over which pieces of the coconut we’l.. |
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flammableA Poem by Sydney JaneLike a candle fed fire,you died inside first,before your cement walls crumbled.Hard candy, pieces of coraldry and colorlesshuddled together in dustand.. |
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