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cotton onesiescozy bootiescribs linedin down featherblanketsspoonfed moralssafety scissorssippy cupswith leak-prooftopscold morningsempty bedstraces o..
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A villanelle from an anti-formalist. uh oh.
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You
sink your
rough
teeth into
my
neck, marking
your
territory on
my
cold canvas
as
blood rushes to
all
the wrong
places,
..
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Warm dropletsspill slowlydown herthroat, collidingwith a sea ofsaliva--sheholds herdangerousnew addictionbetween spaces inher smile,and lifts herneck ..
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Last summerwe tiptoedacross thesedriftwood panels.Barefoot, butcarefully alertwe’d watch aspoison ivyclung ontoboth sides ofthe boardwalk,embrac..
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In the deepest pockets of thewoods, a twisterbrews, threateningthose who dwell in-land. Creatures flee from carefully chosen hiding spots as their pan..
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From the rightmost corner of my eyetothe left, I see the glorious and thehideous-- the triumphant, warm victorieswon by everydayheroeswho can barelyge..
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The sea turtle glides through a black sea,surrounded by a world unknown and untouched by man, and in that moment his flesh stings from the saltwater--..
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The snow leopard lurks through the
bushes,
Eyeing each and every creature that
dares to
cross her path. Still, her icy blue
eyes remain
fixed on..
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One day I sat down and drew lines
Between the marks on my flesh, each
Throbbing slightly with the soft press
Of my fingertips, and just like stars
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