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Poetry 1 Minute

Five times

I told the quicksand

in my heart

become a target.

 

Birds and feathers,

quills and pens,

binary inconsequences

to fill the void.

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Published by Nick Saba

I'm a writer who practices ultrasound. Poetry is my passion, and Irony is my best friend. On my free time I take pictures of people's organs to help radiologists make diagnoses.

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