a beggar, I
scour my barren bellum
for beauty
–once abundant
becalmed by its lack
& burgeoning begun,
since seeds mine
you don’t find
every day
–no you don’t–
.
.
.
But I do.
a beggar, I
scour my barren bellum
for beauty
–once abundant
becalmed by its lack
& burgeoning begun,
since seeds mine
you don’t find
every day
–no you don’t–
.
.
.
But I do.
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