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Today my brain
snagged on some lines, demanded inversion
so they’d read
‘sharp as feathers;
soft as knives’
And there is something steeping,
soaking up energy behind my teeth
it is edges
and crowning;
fire painted with grief.
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I love this so I had to read it 4 times in a row…. thanks
Thank you.