Poetry contests ...
skew the way
hoping
for a win
Ink
that never
truly dries
lost within the din
Words not felt
but chosen
to stay
forever cold
Spiraling
to depths unknown
in darkness
— bought and sold
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
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