This or That, Vol. 36 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
September 21st, 2025
Madeline lay in deep grass, reckoning chances, glowing-gloaming with each tacit confirmation of posies' beckoning her advancement on love to run riot or abridging chapters to deny it. As pricked as a hunter's dog fed a scent, tracking romances through wine sediment, baited by horoscopes, jailed by black cats. leaning ladders, she scampers in torment. petrified of falling skies--dons steel hats
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