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Muneca

Apr 23, 2024

DEATH OF SAPPHO, MIGUEL CARBONELL SELVA, 1881

Healer, & watcher

to whom I plead

to think of my

barren soul as

omnipresence

surrounds whole

whilst fatalism fades

into my mind as

fourth walls break

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