by Susy Rodriguez I am from mornings smelling like roses in spring. I am from the loud crowing of a rooster in the mornings, the silent trees in the evenings, and the illuminated, calm skies... Read more
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The victim I once was ran with all her might and came to a threshold One moonlit mountain night I let go of self-blame for the undeserved assault; As the wind carried the clouds It blew away... Read more
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