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They come.
The words.
A title,
the snap of an ending,
triggering
a stream of lines
and spaces,
the pounding within,
that will not stop
until my mind is free
of the mess that is
my poetry.
They come.
The words.
A title,
the snap of an ending,
triggering
a stream of lines
and spaces,
the pounding within,
that will not stop
until my mind is free
of the mess that is
my poetry.
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Melinda K Zarate
74 years old |
from USAMY TEXTS, Archive 259 Texts
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Obstruction (1) - 2026-08-10
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Tightening - 2026-07-30
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Reflection - 2026-07-23
Releasing: A Triptych (2) - 2026-07-21
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Going Under - 2026-07-18
Just Keep Going - 2026-07-16
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Hand in Hand (1) - 2026-07-09
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