anita lorraine moore

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  • Candlelight on a Friday Night

    Everyone’s trying to find themselves these days; seems like the topic of the decade. Lovers masked behind the text on a screen, alcohol masking all emotions to be seen. Our game of tug-of-war between our projections and our shadows, we stand, stunned in silent stillness, wondering how deep the wound goes. We’ve forgotten the non-electric…

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  • Forgotten to Remember: A Poem at Dusk

    I have forgotten to tell you my name You may have seen me through the window The shop windows after the shop has closed dreaming of outside from where you’re looking in the dreams of my childhood are kept in the back behind a secret latch, a secret doorway Through which would I let wrong…

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