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transient // trying to strike a balance.
with every step you take,
my heart beats faster...
thoughts crowd at the helm of y/our forehead -
we’re accustomed to this though, at this point...
saccharine verses coats my palate;
a waxy mouthfeel that one grows...
evenings blur to nights; radio’s on,
coffee-cups tucked snugly in the...
reality offers cruel gifts,
like the truth...
by Poet on the Piano
by Larry Chamberlin
by Rania Moallem