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If I held long enough
to that picture frame I was floating on
I figured land
would only be a boat away

Stranded on
a meaning handed to me by
a death about to take place
Sculpting treasures & treason
to damage a face

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J.D. Harms

J.D. Harms

Former hairstylist, perpetual philosophy student, swallowed by poetry, writing, ideas

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