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- .beneath.the.page. at allpoetry
Her poet cry is all - .work.in.progress. at allpoetry
I spent today with my heart in my - .half.as.far. at allpoetry
sharp slants of sun slither through the grass at evenings onset - .eating.sunlight. at allpoetry
I thought about how it hides the stars. - .casualties. at allpoetry
the mass distraction of millions
and the destruction of one
- .aftermath. at allpoetry
but still I reach
a war cry on my lips - [ My stomach ] at allpoetry
so many days/so many hours/lost in trying to forget
and the one thing i tried to lose/is the one thing i can't forget - .Stones. at allpoetry
I carry a stone in my chest. / It's weight, and the cold of it, / drag me down. / / If I could I would shed it- / give it back to the earth / it came from. / / But it stays with me / and I bow beneath it. - .The.Life.Of.Death. at allpoetry
Mourning is for death / but death has many forms / and its arms reach out to grasp you / though your skin has barely warmed / / The life of grief is long / for its only death is ours / and I shall mourn this s
