Posted on June 16, 2018
by Arsenio Franklin
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When life ends in its infancy, what is left to show it was there?
Posted on June 6, 2018
by Arsenio Franklin
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Black letters bringing so much color to my world
Posted on June 1, 2018
by Arsenio Franklin
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It is hard not to bear your soul through translucent skin.
Posted on May 4, 2018
by Arsenio Franklin
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I may not call. I may not text. But I keep the same number. To see what’s next.
On the highway The moon sitting atop a distant bridge Slowly pulling us forward On a tide of asphalt Street lights flash past Dashes become one line But the moon never changes