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Peaches and Stones
Grace Giska
Life
Is a pretty word
Such a sweet taste
On your rosy pink lips
Trickling down your chin
Dripping into the fluorescent landscape
Rocks nothing but pebbles under your feet
Stones that grate my feet and tear at my skin
Flawed and scared next to yours
The sun sets heavy and red here
Bracing winds stitch life
Into each aching breath
Pins and needles
reminding me
the ground
is hard
and
bare
Spring 2021
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