Poem by Nina Dang
atlas; you balance the heavens on your bare shoulders.
the stars glisten in your sweat,
wars are forged within your spine,
and the tide bears along the nape
of your craning neck.
atlas; do you ache still?
Punishment
Poem by Nina Dang atlas; you balance the heavens on your bare shoulders. the stars glisten in your sweat, wars are forged within your spine, and the tide bears along the nape of your craning neck. atlas; do you ache still?
1–2 minutes
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