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Awake. Alive.
Warm blanket of comfort, draped over cheek. Soft embrace.
Brief reprieve, relief
Gone. Awake.
One day you’ll stay. I’ll bottle you up. Tighten the lid with all my strength. All I can. You’ll be had,
just wait
About the Creator
Aaron Hodgkins
I shook my brain and out came 214 little hairballs of thought.
Contemporary poetry by
Aaron Hodgkins
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