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"I want to speak at an intimate decibel / With the precision of an infinite decimal / To listen up and send back a true echo / Of something forever felt but never heard; / I want that sharpened steel of truth in every word."
- Why? "This Blackest Purse"Alopecia

Hi, I'm Francesca. This is a blog for poetry, quotations, social commentary, and other things I'm obsessed with, in no particular order. Poems authored by me are tagged #original.

Original poems by Francesca Martinez are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

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