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Solicits by Hazel Tobo

Hazel Tobo | March 10th, 2018 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

On the ground
We are bottling in secrets
In a heap of less hope than more
We are wasted in the populated air
The congested soil
And the crowded nothingness
That keeps us from being picked up.

Poet Bio

Author, photographer, aspiring filmmaker.

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