Like ribs
of a broken umbrella
fingers are
just bone dressed
with a bite
of flesh, cold in
their independence
until hand finds
hand, those negative
spaces filled,
the always-wanting
comforted.
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Eerie Moon
Eerie moon, glaring night sky eye adrift amidst a sun scorched sky peers greedily stirring fear-filled shadows, where glowing eye prey cowe...
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