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The cold air shifting outside,still sitting in our bones,filling our blood withits intensity.biscuits pop up out ofnowhere begging for butter and organic jam.
Tre L. Loadholt
Elizabeth Helmich
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That was so dang funny!
Holes and a series of rabbits — my debut poetry collection — now available! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B089RRRGXX/
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