... addiction ..., ... Applachia ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... death ..., ... experimental ..., ... girl ..., ... life ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... the South ...

which craft?

tides rise &
fall in her eyes

she’ll see through you
she’ll she past you

to those greener
pastures

past them oceans

oceans in her eyes

past them boys
with fumbling fingers

to the man

enough of this boyish shit
there’s a spell with my
name on it
& i mean to
succumb
to it

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