JuxtapositionA Poem by Shalini RGrape purple bruises From velvet jackhammers In a fuzzy city, baby. Iron speaks in steel, stolen Vibrations of dust Burst soft, found in form. Now let’s muscle through Soft grime, the crap that shoots up The construction of Juxtaposition Is never pretty.
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