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"There is no room for circling around the truth in a poem, only space for raw, unfiltered honesty. Within it’s walls, everything belongs. In its creation, I fall ever deeper into the infinite space of my own heart."

Mer Monson

Poetry & Essays

POEMS

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Notes & Poems on Being Alive

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