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Veneer

Your unique languages peel the green away.
Dark glass and failed forests,
feed me your dead
shadows. Abstracted
from the recollection city,
daughter of bubblegum,
of conversation,
connoisseur of eyes.
Mother, speak to me of
veneer.




Kelly Jones

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BIO:
Kelly loves glitter and manatees. She lives in the mountains and spends her time teaching freshman comp, writing poems, and playing games.