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When I Open My Eyes

Expats, Poetry

The street lights flood in Through the slanted blinds ~...

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Yet Another Tree

Poetry

“And so she comes to dream herself the tree“–Hart Crane...

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MOONBEAM LOVE DREAM

Poetry

To hold your hand and smell your scent Would be...

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Second Thoughts

Poetry

A new phenomenon for me, the cold on the highs,...