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A frog staring ahead though blades of grass

one frog one scorpion

By Keith Burton i was stretching my legs on the littoralgiving names to the shapes of the cloudsthat swam across the lake’s reflectionwhen trouble came crawling on eight legs. help me across he asked with a period. i knew better; i had an owl’s acuity.no can do, i know you…

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razors

By Samantha Renn in sincerity she screams blessed mother, where were you when that boy cut me, when that boy tied me to the pain he was inflicting in the fear she cowered and stayed sword’s edge; she’s associated meanings with everything and those bindings are razor wire, but she…

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