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Poetry Blog

Give Me Back My Body

Give me back my body the way it was, at twenty-three; give me back my hunger; give me, immortality. Give me back my plastic surgeon; make...

I Know

I know, that you’re tired; I know, that you’re anxious; I know, that your tolerance is low. I know, that you’re angry; I know, that...

I Have Nothing To Give

I have nothing to give, save my breath and my faith: take this broken body. I’ve travelled everywhere, but was nowhere present. I’ve...

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