The flower that continues to bloom
Tuesday, April 11
Bo-ah herd that!
All My Poetry Is Magnetic
by Sakhmet
you ask for power in the language
(it's never in your fingers)
He says: not your gift.
but you whisper weakly
pleaseonlyonetime
like rain wants a storm to flood
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