A BLANK-VERSE POEM
A dime, a soul in blackness is its name.
The inky spleen attracts passive sanctity;
The hole, a thing not round, but stuck in deafness,
And, touching the balmy breath of summer,
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- Blaire Boston
- Blaire Boston is a writer and graphic designer living on the East Coast, USA. She writes literary fiction, short stories, and poetry.
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