when your star
finds a nest
in the tiny pelt
of another poet.
what you're left with
is the feeling
that friday night
is monday morning.
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- Melissa
- Baltimore, MD, United States
- HERE is a secret space devoted to the studying of curious occurrences. Overlooked Barometers, Strange Men in Tweed Suits, Disappearing Places/People, and Divinatory Patterns are of significant importance.
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