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Day: August 18, 2020

Don’t Tell Me

Don’t goddamn tell me
I’m going to be okay

For seven years
I’ve shifted between states….

A. Violet August 18, 2020 Free Form, Postaday

lil miss

so i know this cute lady
whats agreed to be the only lil miss for me
sucks to be you lot

Maggie O'Connor August 18, 2020 Free Form, Postaday

Solar

Lack of sleep,
means something like,
running on solar power…

J.R. Kovacs August 18, 2020 Postaday, Prose Poems

Burn the Witches

Brave of you really,
to think we can burn at all…

J.R. Kovacs August 18, 2020 Haiku, Postaday
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