a burgundy zine

Tag: poets

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Mirages

at the height of my thirst,
i tried to induce my own mirages,
eyes closed, mind picture-laiden with oasis collages,
at once, i sighed and sipped,
open-lipped,
but i still felt defeated,

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Falling Stars and Front Liners

Rip my heart out and ask me how it’s still beating,
Rip me in half and ask me how I’m still breathing,
You wouldn’t.

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Springz Knocking by Mahik’s

Mahik’s delights us with a beautiful poem about spring, giving us something to look forward to in the winter months ahead.

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