Gemstones

by Jenny, Executive Editor
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When you ask the dark face of a cliff whether or not to jump,
Or ask the dark face of a man if he truly loves you,
The gaze back is vacant, a vaulted scream,
The ringing question of one’s real skin, real fingernails, real hot blood.

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LANDFILLS is a grassroots literary, arts and culture online collective based in Chicago. All work is original, except the featured images that accompany text posts (which are blatantly stolen from tumblr.com). Complaints should be directed to Po via Twitter.
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