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Poetry feels…

by t. l. cummings on March 1, 2014

itchy; an uncomfortable

rash of thoughts wrung

from truth. I scratch

the pen across white

bandages, soothing

the urge to scream.

— Terri Lynn Cummings

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Deborah Owen #

Oh, I love this one! You should send it to Joe and see what he says.

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November 17, 2014

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