Very good!

love em all

Here. My next poem is as much yours as it’s mine.

“The nourishments I ask for instead of sadness
are always available to the respiting feet,
building its body as a caricature elsewhere,
On the grainy mirth ground a severed claw of something that used to fly is seen as my empathy.”

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CORRECTION ON OUR POEM, PLEASE PUBLISH THIS ONE:

Here. My next poem is as much yours as it’s mine.

The nourishments I ask for instead of sadness
are always available to the respiting feet,
building its body as a caricature elsewhere,
On the grainy mirth ground a severed claw of something that used to fly lies as my empathy.

raw beauty..