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Lillian Kupersmit
Jan 29, 2024
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the Reaper

sweet delicate death, who are you to whisper like rain and cry like winter? be still and watch the living ache. beautiful harmless death, who are you to howl like wind and chase like the moon? be stil

 
 
 
Obsession

You have no idea The things I’d do to leave your shadow I am a moth drawn to your flame The Tristan to my Isolde, we Complete each other I am no lover girl, naive and bound with hope For certain fat

 
 
 
Icarus, In Motion: A Poem by Aidan Bernstein-Lundy

To fly is to be free And the sun will shine upon my face As the wind carries me away from my cage I don’t care about my limits For I am free And to be free Is to discover When you have gone Too far Ha

 
 
 
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