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truth disputes with fruits from ancient cherries which hangwith all the pain of sterile-thorns. and as they grow they crown my head in condemnation to claw the earth until my fingers bleed. their rush of scarlet. my barren mouth to open wide and scream for me to prey upon false hope. an…
Sally A Mortemore
William J Spirdione
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Great poem, Sally. 🙏
William J Spirdione is a poet who writes sonnets and more about nature and the humans within it.
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