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Bellowing / NaPoWriMo Day 26
I buried a poem about belonging by the brook, scooping out soil with my bare hands.
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Going Home (Not a Sad Poem) / NaPoWriMo Day 25
I saw a city bus today whose display read “Going Home To Garage.”
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Aquamarine / NaPoWriMo Day 21
The dawn crept into your bedroom rather early this morning, when I thought I was still sleeping.