concrete poetry
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I lay awake on top of my covers because I can’t handle the sheet on my skin. Through My head is screaming the still […]
Pawn Manipulated. Easily captured. Often deemed the weakest. Insignificant. Or so it may seem when it is so effortlessly annihilated by all of the other stronger pieces and even stronger still, the hand that displaces one without much of a […]