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POETRY
Antonio Folcarelli | 2nd Place How much easier, Simpler it’d be if you said You hate me. Dissolve my emotional investment, For me. Help me Put it in the red. Often, an impression of your company Grazes my mind, and conjures Archived thoughts, sealed moments. I like it. I sink in its steaming bath, Strawberry-favored Blow Pop Rough against my Tongue – I think that was your Flavor of choice. Inevitably, ice fragments churn in, Diminishing into tepid water. Some days I stay submerged Until chills set in. Squirming Like a bruise is massaged. What if, instead, scarlet light difused Onto a lone basin, and your likeness Returned from its soluble murk Blank.
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