Unshelled

Transcendental grief

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Why does turmoil
always feeds the refrain
that’ll stab the vein
of creative enterprise?

Why can’t one write
about love — only pain
luring its post-adolescent
decay now gone?

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AA is your unknown lover. Mother host to heart-led souls. Reverberating fragments of feeling. Unearthing the truth that I forgot. loveistheonlymuse@gmail.com

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Alice Armour

Alice Armour

AA is your unknown lover. Mother host to heart-led souls. Reverberating fragments of feeling. Unearthing the truth that I forgot. loveistheonlymuse@gmail.com

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