Give in
flood the edges
the scraped up utterances
waters urges upwards
against
an almost
it is almost
enough
to quench
long parched
edges sun scalded
skin scraped
It is a mystery
how a point
long dulled
still opens
a merry
sanquine river
bleeds out
the lie
I tell my self
NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 1
Poem based on magnetic poetry pull: almost, lie, merry, mystery, water
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Beautiful
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