orphaned mind, our water ran dry long ago, back when we were looking for arms to hold us until we felt human again
type of joint not just anybody can get high to and low to and still wonder how that can be
Laura Priscilla
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Laura Priscilla I love when I am reading your work and feel a rhyme happen but have no idea what it rhymed with before. Just my heart knows something clicked into rhymed resolution. It just flows. I hit “again” and had to think what it rhymed with.. So I read it again. “Orphaned” nice. So many surprising rhymes in your style. Cohesive but broken at the same time

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