SIPS AND VERSES
–a poem where the smoke clings to memory and sweetness dies slow He built the fire with quiet hands,No songs, no talk,…
SIPS AND VERSES
–a poem where the signal hums and the past plays on vinyl The static crooned a broken tune,A voice adrift beneath the…
SIPS AND VERSES
–Burn After Rationing —a poem forged in scarcity and served with smoke The shelves were bare, the sky was grey,The world had…
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