My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads’ Because It Is My Heart ~ Micro Poetry Because it is my heart It does not drip blood; Instead, a muddle of words Drops into a puddle of mud And, because it is my heart, Not listening to my head, My hands create a homunculus To […]
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