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Read Poem: Pacific Theater, by Michael Ventimiglia

I’m swallowed in soil, engulfed in a trench On shorelines where I outlive better men. Does that sense of resentment get to them? As rounds fall in sand and the ocean breaks Blood red is distilled in the tide and … Continue reading

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