Scrittura
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Scrittura

Hybrid Prose Poem

Somehow You Exist

Thursday Hybrid Prompt: the color of your imagination

Always, always. Close your eyes.

Let our purple fingers twirl,
Allow the orange waters to lap us up

I drown in your incandescent light, my love
Bottomless prismatic pools of darkest blue

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Paroma Sen

“Do not go gentle into that good night, but rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light.”