Lost Souls (Summer 2016 Poetry)
Summer 2016 Poetry.
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we share a lot of words
The dolphin in my ribcage makes it hard to breathe
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my hand is falling asleep on a bed of pins and needles
there is a bee in my lungs
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patchwork stitches quilted in my skin
hidden codes and skeleton keys
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summer is for lost souls, white-knuckled punches, and braided hair
summer is for lost souls
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This Land Is(n't) Your Land
A continent wafer
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Nocturnal Lights
The poem I wrote for the June Contest