Emptied
of the slick gray
phlegm that hacks up storms,
the sky puffs
white as egg shells and
wispy.
Emptied
of the slick gray
phlegm that hacks up storms,
the sky puffs
white as egg shells and
wispy.
I Am Who I Am
between dreams and reality
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A selfish poet
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a life in motion
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