let’s kiss like the walls are closing in
our hearts young and feral
racing against the full moon
you taste like burn scars and lemons
like a sad gray day that makes you feel whole
in the most lonesome way
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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i escape into words as the world descends, descends
but the walls of pretty distraction
tremble a little more as each day
stretches into the next
The World is Too Much With Us by William Wordsworth
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