Lights of the City
It's late into the night
and I'
Isabelle Paul
Look At Me
Look over me
like one
would look over an old
Magnetic Poetry #3
My cry after imagination
whispers to thousands.
Does it to
It's True. . . Until it's Not.
Everyone is telling the truth
(until they're not)
Communication
Leave this text
JUST as unanswered
as the last.
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