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It’s cold as can be imagined; Each layer thinner than paper Forged by the embers of many desires, Bound by the collection of ev..

Swimming, Thoughts oppressing. In the dark, Lies I won’t forgive. Veering into the great unknown. Diving, Head fi..

A reworking I did of a poem titled "Filling Station" by Elizabeth Bishop.

All the layers of sand, combed through on a whim during a Summer's morning. Swept away by the threatening waves which present themselves as a so..

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