Poems by Laura Garavaglia
It is useless It is useless to skin silence with dirty fingerslistening to words in and outsidecrushed on the tracks of meaning.We fill our absenceswith other people’s emptiness. The shadow The shadow was reflecting on the pavementthe shadow of your twentiesand you chased it, the shadowbut she fledlike an innocent childhood gameyou were still looking for it, the shadowand the […]
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