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3/3/24 12:47pm
Reflections of childhood combust in the sink as I graze the grass of those I’ve lost /
Preserved are the memories within skins of grapes / make this water into wine / or put yourself at risk in the process of human touch /
It won’t always ring in your ears like a bassoon with the anger of every father ever born /
Light of the seventh day should cure this child /
Blink at each sound
A full beard and handfuls of sorrow / how the rivers
pour against stones as a we flutter through /
Consumed by elements / We bite the flesh of Spain with strengths of 1936 /
swallow as I clap / undress as I snap /
Darkness comes on the eighth day you see / when he gathers the ribs of your children / Framed are the wines we look to
for proper reflection
— ODH
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Olivia Dodge
22 | Chicago
ig: l1vyzzzz & lntlmate
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