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The Moon Hangs

A poem.

Picture taken and edited by the author.

If I spend one more night this nauseous

Then I’m liable to lose it

Verifiably confusing, limbs contort,

Bombs need defusing. Overbearing

Cityscapes

Hoods up, mouths closed.

Spent all of my money on this land

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Dirty realism, grunge lit, creative confessions, spec fic, and assorted literary atrocities.

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Reece Beckett

Reece Beckett

Culture, art, interviews, poetry. Editor for Rainbow Salad & Counter Arts. If you wish to donate: https://ko-fi.com/reecebeckett2002

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