Imaginary Disasters

a poem

Drew Wardle
Scuzzbucket

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Photo by Becca Lavin on Unsplash

Her voice is like rubble
A gem enclosed in rusted iron
Silk underneath a bed of dirt

Soft-ha:
“To make a record that would help a certain type of person not feel alone. People who were like me, different … I wasn’t targeting the whole world. I wasn’t trying to make a hit record.”

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