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PolishA Poem by Michael R. BurchPolishbyMichael R. BurchYour fingers end in talons―the ones you trim to hidethe predator inside.Ten thousand creatures sacrificed;but really, wh.. |
Imperfect SonnetA Poem by Michael R. BurchImperfect SonnetbyMichael R. BurchA word before the light is doused: the nightis something wriggling through an unclean mind,as rats creep through a t.. |