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predator
poetry by Sophia Tempest Parsons
predator
I’m always licking
where it hurts, you’re always
dropping dead birds at my feet
trying to teach me how to love
a neutral death
poetry by Sophia Tempest Parsons
a neutral death
a cicada
struggling for life
in the mouth of a lizard
sounds the same
as any other cicada
ήλιος
poetry by Sophia Tempest Parsons
ήλιος
the sun talks to me
says her head hurts
isn’t that
just the trajectory of time
the rotation of an ache
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