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We are
burning. to embrace
the forgotten stories
of the land. once
held in our palms and
unfolded from our mouths.

now.
as delicate as moth wings.
and just as magic

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January 18, 2025 at 5:59 AM
Roots of oak held darkness.

i thundered within the shelter
of my bones.

am i at the centre
of my own life

Or

mending the tracks. the walls.
bending the stone into roads?

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January 14, 2025 at 2:55 AM
So happy to be a part of this rich #poeticcommunity! I will also be checking in throughout Saturday, too! #poemsabout #transition @alanparry83.bsky.social
June 19, 2025 at 6:25 PM
Some wounds become verses,
some tears become prayers,
and some broken hearts
learn to sing in silence.
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September 1, 2026 at 2:07 AM
The House That Fed on My Bones
A Gothic Tale of Silence, Chains, and the Last Door
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September 4, 2026 at 4:12 AM