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Dear John

gaps in our conversation could hold the Atlantic Ocean, its waves crashing on our harmless phrases and our surface words would be pulled by the undertow into the center of our caution flooded with the unsaid so before the gap … Continue reading

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Climate Change

The frigid talons of the coldCaress my face in its harsh icy gripTurning my cheeks the same colorAs the blood that once poured out of my wounds It holds me in its embrace Like a bed of nailsThe chattering of … Continue reading

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