prose
- Yongle Voynich
- Sep 24, 2024
- 1 min read
starburst
from my hands
wrings old hurts
come
new pains
blackly stand
pour ink rain
zugzwang
words are weird
hunger pangs and
bird-calls
ringing shapes
from my mouth
letters all
ways fall
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