The Night That I Stopped Drinking
The night that I stopped drinking I was reading poetry The microphone was laughing at me Hands that mastered words a dozen years ago Attached…
Author: Diana Keith
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Beneath the World
somewhere between the hallway and the corridor I fell beneath the world a grey and selfsame copy of the place that I call home but…
My Skin is Too Tight
My dreams are full of sickly hallways Greenlit with unreality There’s a door at the end of every one of them With no hole to…
