it wasnt a dream nantygreens
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The sun stretched this morning, a pale gold offering. I saw it through the tall grasses between my window and the river. It stretched but didn’t rise. This morning, I…More

life nantygreens
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Life
Of skinny children with empty bowls
Of moguls dressed in gilded attires
Of ancestors long gone

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