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Rated: 18+ · Book · Dark · #2291017
This is a collection of poems told from fictional view points. They are not about me.
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#1058544 added November 1, 2023 at 10:27pm
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I cycled into a field
of yellow ducks, with

bright red beaks that
blurred before my eyes,

a molten smudge of
plastic, with acrid

fumes that stung
my nostrils. Even

before I woke I
knew she'd blame

it on the trauma of
an unhappy childhood.


Free verse. Written 29 March 2016.
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