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a poet's nonsense
I buried your voice.
How?
Echoes of my apologies.
They hit nothing but the cold stone.
So hard the cliff splintered—
Killing the cries before
they ever made it back.
Shattered, muffled—
Buried.
That makes no sense, my dear.
I know,
that’s a poet’s elegy.
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Jasmine Tsai
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