meal planning
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Before breakfast, my dear, we perfected,
after years of affection, neglected,
fear and frustration detected—
our game.
After sense of ourselves, we protected,
while scrambling the o...
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Categories:
convected, age, fear, love, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Deserted
...In the midst of a forty-five degree silicate sea
Winds carry arid mists
Blinding unprotected eyes
Burying the unsuspecting
Hard waves break on the dunes
Precipitating salty tears with cruel iron...
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Categories:
convected, love
Form: Free verse