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 Sep 2020
Cné
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Romantics find her flawless
and the mystics find her wise.
The ancients found "The Huntress"
in her sharp and searching eyes.
Italians say "bela luna"
when they look at her and sigh.
The cavemen painted pictures
as they wondered at the sky.
The moon has many faces
and her light's a work of art...
And to the simple poet...
she is tonic for the heart.

~
 Sep 2020
Chelsea Rae
I don't know if I stopped writing
Because I wanted to make sure you
Never saw the deepest parts of me Ever Again
Or
If it's because you broke me
So badly.
Cut
So deeply,
That it ripped out the deepest parts of me altogether.
You ruined me and you know who you are if you're pathetic *** is still stalking me from the shadows.
 Sep 2020
Sarita Aditya Verma

The syllable slid
Into the wild, fragrant words
Spread in pithy verse
 Sep 2020
r
There is this taste
that I can’t rinse, spit
or rid myself of lately
and it’s not the kind
left behind by a dentist
yanking a wisdom tooth
out or the ****** mouth
from an eighth grade
playground go around
or bad blood in the hood
but something more
like a fight for a life bored
to the bone and hung
out to dry in the sun
having to bite my tongue
on the curse of the irony
of it all that I find too
hard and bitter to swallow.
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