OverflowA Poem by Breezie KaeA series of QuinzainesThrough citrus and rain, tasting virtue, all the same as the sin. Cerulean sunrise, for paper eyes, open to the world. Iridescent bubbling, grasping the isn’t for the is. © 2010 Breezie Kae |
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