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’tis Advent’s final days spitmore cricketsthan Christmas lights. My cardigan actslike pet cats slitheringin and out the kitchen door. Soon, Continue Reading

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The Bubble I alter my accent when I talk.Received pronunciationdemolishes all signs of me.Nobody, NOBODYcan prick my map. I alter Continue Reading

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Water towers towerOver and overWhite and un-wildLike ferrous jellyfish

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Sticky shine, an afternoon highlighted Like scholarly papers Capable young oak Bipedal locomotion A stroll, then a meaty collision The Continue Reading