Title:
An inventory of small feathers, of pebbles barely sewn into a hem of light that stirs up dust from corridors around the house. Stories that our senses adjourn on from fragments of desires, touch, blurred vision and repetitive music, trailing into the torrents of a harp.
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Bio:
What is the sum of 6 and 10:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.