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Matte bookmarks on cardstock with poetry from Kassondra’s poetry collections.
clouds
there are clouds in my coffee.
carly simon was right.
i watch them swirl
as i contemplate
my existence
as i silently pray
for them to
break
so i can see myself
clearly.
i watch as the clouds
separate and
come back together.
the clouds that
take up too much
space
hovering, brooding
over
those rare, good days.
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