Pastiche

An amalgamation of one or two lines from every poem I’ve written for my AgoraPoetry series! Enjoy

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that’s like clouds without the sky.

my voice has its own power
an ignition, somewhere.

as though a faraway brush has brought us all into existence

up

up

and

up

it is no surprise now
 

the whispers of warmth

who greeted me in the morning,
 

Is old anxiety, present,

Who gently kissed

each finger

It has held close to itself.