637 – Hope
A tiny, sickly yellow flower
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635 – Drinking alone
Rain falls heavy
On a hot summer night.
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634 – Echoes
You are not what you think you are.
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626 – Bling
It was such a voluptuous button.
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624 – Migraine sutra
Tiny iron teeth
Gnawing at the roots
Of a single purple rose
Within my head.
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