Tag Archives: Agnieszka Mauch

Mother Smaragdine

She told me of birth Of the off-kilter days She has darkled the line of new trees, a bit deviant But has given me an amaranthine promise She’s the dictionary of souls So I remove the blood clot from my … Continue reading

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The Elsewhere Serenity

A murmur of plates Coffee buzzing, rectangle eyes, a violent pout I want to trade these for independence And the niveous walls of that faraway novelty Diurnation claims to be my fiancé these days The touch of his voice tasting … Continue reading

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Mulling Over the Only Me I Know

I think I may be a tepid smile Of pores and bugbears The North Pole of frolic that never turns into Entertainment, more like a survival game I think I can flaunt my existence to ancient groves But not to … Continue reading

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