“In My Solitude” by Christopher Poindexter
in my solitude i hear
secrets about me
god only tells to
the flowers.
his voice whimpering
from stars to
dust,
from gates of
gold
to soil.
he says;
“you are a collection
of all the people
you have ever loved.”
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xx Atticus
