mid-march, the light
a feverish wound
inside my eyes
burning the end
of a story
I took all winter to write
The light
mid-march, the light
a feverish wound
inside my eyes
burning the end
of a story
I took all winter to write
THOUGHT PURGE 
Yikes! Fear of this, certainty of it! Thanks for visiting my poem.
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Thank you 🙂
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