In the Meadow
...Through the atypicalities of due process
I wrench my ever-rusted ribcage off it's
Hinges-
Sunlit paradigms,
Dust crusted smiles;
A gaping canyon, I cast toward you
A lightless cavity,
A nothing-pri...
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Categories:
atypicalities, angst, art, depression, devotion,
Form: Free verse