Growing Strange

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Ayn Frances dela Cruz

Form

Form is only a function Of air, to give shape To a space that can contain It. Even the heart knows This reason, listen to it Beat, confined to a wall Of muscle and skin, taut As nightmares and as real.

Tsunami

This catastrophe Was started in verse- -the waves Loved the poets- -so

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