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If you are a half-baked visionary
withholding crumbs like they’re unsanitary
One day, from your ear
a line of ants may appear
Each one with a morsel to carry
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A. Lenae
I'm learning how to find the heart and describe it, often using metaphors. Thanks for reading.
The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
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Ooh you really got deep with the limericks! I love it!