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Tinnitus of Memory

A Poem by Triin

I see, beneath a baroque bridge, aged sirens in washed-out nightgowns, drinking wine.The homeless who stagger in the dark as if to melt timeinto t..

Garden

A Poem by Triin

The magnolia-patterned teapotis buried in the autumn-littered garden.I cannot tell if the garden is weeping,if the rum-blurred shadow is mineor anothe..