XXII.
the arctic ocean is the smallest of the five.
it is also the least explored.
there is so much we do not know.
i begin to wonder if anyone is looking.
A
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fifteen (XV)
Poetryi prick my finger on a rose in my garden. my blood is not red. i take the wind caressing my face as a silent apology. cover art made by doradorapuff on tumblr. [2015] thank you to everyone who shared with me these short poems as they were published...
XXII.
XXII.
the arctic ocean is the smallest of the five.
it is also the least explored.
there is so much we do not know.
i begin to wonder if anyone is looking.
A
