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microcosm orange juice
Broken yolk, sun flashes fear
Tears fall as sun sets
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The Light Turns
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
By John R. Godwin8 days ago in Fiction
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Another word I had to look up. But I still am not sure I understand the meaning. However, nicely done!!
Oooo, lachrymose, I learned a new word from you today. Your poem was so beautiful!