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   Volume X, Issue II

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   Volume VIII, Issue I
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   Volume IX, Issue I
   Volume IX, Issue II
   Volume X, Issue I

 
Poetry


bleeding in my bed heather i thought of you
Bobbi Lurie

 

sharp and predictable you tether me to your thought system a wind of real thorns kill blossom i am thorn adorned but i never said i've always waited so berries red i too sharp this drug regimen my head bleeding heather is how i dreamt of you so many think it's snowing when i'm alone wind blowing through roots against wind a wind that's worrying

 

 

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