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I wrote this poem for my…
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…the citrus sunset
brought you to my table.
You peeled an…
By Nolcha Fox
…waterfall of regrets.
How do I return time I borrowed
from childhood to act older than my years?
Now that my future…
By Nolcha Fox
I grieved when my brother killed…
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…trapped in a box, beribboned.
Your hair blond halo in the wind,
your eyes blue marbles…
By Nolcha Fox
Sometimes we have…
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…hello. It’s been a while.
A year, you say. H.ow are
the kids? I know you’re…
By Nolcha Fox
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