woods-hansel

November 7, 2024

It’s two versions to the story
In mine a bone poke through chipped bars
The witch sighed, “You not growin’ very large”

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“My sense of poetry, as an object and in a formal sense, is that if you push it and it doesn’t like what you’re up to it will push you back. Hard.”

Rowan Ricardo Phillips

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