by Hokis, Senior Editor, @hokispoetry
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Only the vengeful think
We speak
To seek
Revenge.
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Daggers on Ice
Pour me another glass of words.
I feel the need to punch your face.
I opened this as the winds called me.
Now we muddle in the scum of my wake.
I’m afraid I’ve done it again, you see.
I’ve placed the dagger meant for you,
cleanly in to me.
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gratitUde
Symbiotic Light\(Her)
and nicotine
is the oddest trinity pair.
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