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    My Ossuary
    My Ossuary
    My Ossuary
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    My Ossuary

    By Devin Otto

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    "My Ossuary" is the first collection of poetry by Devin Otto, dating as far back as 2017, going into 2022. Thematically, it explores themes of growing up, emotional turmoil, moving on, and falling in love.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateJan 8, 2023
    ISBN9781387295951
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      My Ossuary - Devin Otto

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      dedicated to whoever needs to hear it.

      Copyright © 2022 Devin Otto

      All rights reserved.

      No portion of this book may be reproduced

      in any form without written permission

      from the publisher or author, except as

      permitted by U.S. copyright law.

      ISBN 978-1-387-29595-1

      Published via Lulu.com

      you - who once shared the warmth of your life with me - are now a ghost.

      faceless, outside of the flashes of your eyes

      darting through the halls at night.

      you linger

      fingerprints against steamed glass.

      the dancing shape of a clothesline waving in the wind.

      a single misplaced object,

      back where it belongs.

      i am reminded of you in laughs

      that hesitate

      waiting for others to join.

      in faces

      that i know

      you would say

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