Sonnet #1: Our Own Élan Vital
“Her kiss leaves blood for me to fore’er taste; / (Drowning within one’s insecurities.)”
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Poetry
Childlike Truth
“You think I’m pretty, innocent, and sweet / Yet innocence and sweet is not what I’ve seen”
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Beautiful Speech
“Your body flies on a carriage of wind, / To land aloft upon the ears of humanity,”
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Spilled Blood
“There’s no use crying over spilled blood / she hums, scrubbing”
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