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in {}s

what is it about curly brackets that brace me, curl my lips in a smile unwilling, as i, in my blackened iris, see a hug, unconditional, not in parentheses, and say not ugh (and click my tongue to complete the … Continue reading

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Babe

Pinafored and pretty, Dimpled hands gripping the table, As his grandma bent over, A smile adorning her otherwise plain self, And cut the dumpling’s birthday cake, Celebrating his age of innocence. His silky eyebrows arched in delight, The babe made … Continue reading

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