Echo: Dropt Sapphics - by
Poetry object
metamorphosis
Imago - by
He thought of so many ways to make this
/ (veined wing, weightless thing),
/ walked in nothingness dreaming.
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/ Gathered and tossed stars like coins…
Volcano - by
Last night the mouth of the earth spewed up fire.
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/ One girl said she felt strange, her limbs heavy.
/ She…