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  Birth of Bud

  

  By darajoymoon, Fairfield, CT

  Rejection ends where hopeful buds do grow we lie in field of bare and broken bone man-made winds have attempted to unsew yet we hold, facing off to the unknown. When first we flew out of bolder, dark, sharp thorns age of passion was fresh in eyes of loved however, the lust of yearning is still...
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  the shadow of the stone

  

  By darajoymoon, Fairfield, CT

  we built our home in the shadows of the stone with three hands we’ve carved to inspect together we will lie in the bed that we’ve sewn black maroon vines, its leaves twisting to dethrone intertwining through the bodies seeking for the courage to neglect you’re building our home in the...