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Prose Poetry: Unmade

Posted by HannahFergesen on October 24, 2014 · Leave a Comment

There are unmade things in the earth. Unraveled things. Undone. Buried, buried, ruins of kings and barefooted beggars alike, gold uncreated, divided into its component parts, only the potential of it left behind, a kiss of memory in the rubble. Everything lingers, nostalgia for a time once whole, a fragment of memory, uncoupled from the … Continue reading →

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