a lesser hope
a poem
with our swollen eyes
we are four pistachios
unshelled, lost in the underbelly
of a floral couch.
with a tear in our fabric
we are two bodies fallen so far
their dreams are a dot in the sky
with our swollen eyes
we are four pistachios
unshelled, lost in the underbelly
of a floral couch.
with a tear in our fabric
we are two bodies fallen so far
their dreams are a dot in the sky
my poetry workshop
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