Category: Flash Poetry
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Poem: Rambling Without Destination, or Paradise Lost (Patron Content)
I bit into an anchovy. Brine dissolved across my tongue. Salt and sea marrying into the myriad effervescence of it all. The wine settling deep within my belly, then rising, awakening the uninhibited within. I raised my head back and sucked at the sharp edged mother of pearl
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To the One Who Never Will
Our story is never-ending. That to say, I will always love you. Aware of this dream state which is my tendency to romanticize the past.



