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my hands curl around the flimsy plastic folds of my shopping bag

as I walk home through streets tight and winding. 

it is a sunny morning, 

crisp and clear,

and magic. 

Failure.

It's not a familiar word to me

Because I am never failing unless I know

I haven't tried hard enough

Been my best

But that was failure.

Not by me,

By them,

we are still here

through hate and violence

through trial and tribulation

through it all

from right to wrong

we've all made decisions

but we are still here

forever.

Temptation 
Self destruction 
I’ve been waiting sometime 
For you 

Hours 
Days away 
Minutes slowly fade 
Give it up again I’ll show 
I’ll wait a while 

November 11th,

I entered the boutique downtown,

searching for a forever friend.

I scoured all the racks,

red,

mustard,

lavender.

Then I saw him,

Blue, 

slightly faded

We used to be seven

My curls used to be sunshine

Colored

You used to be stubborn

Naive stubborn.

The powder used to hit our knees

On the days

When we could eat lunch in four bites