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Raspberry perfumes the scent of my storeroom
but see my money don't talk.
Instead it shines
holding me together in pressed fashion
like milk does my milkshakes,
as butter to a skillet,
These winds of a thousand cascading leaves carry me away...
The strangled melody of childless mothers beats my wings;
To be born in the heart of horns, floating like feathers
Water pouring from the sky
Evading our dry space
Wearing down our homes and businesses
Erasing entire landscapes
Category Five
By: Deniqua Washington
Like a glimmer of light flashing off the tips of my skin.
The sun peering at me, through clouds,
Unfortunately I don’t know where it ends.