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…nd bathing in them was a cool compression — all that was left was your heart blowing in the breezeshattering into masses of puzzle pieces connecting in riddles but not rhymes.
Claire Kelly
Ema Dumitru
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Brilliant!
An Almost Made Up Poet
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