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Hello my old friend
Summer is gone
As the leaves now fall
In shades of lively oranges and bits of red
Hello my old friend.
Where now I can bask in your warm embrace
Of your season's range
And a new wardrobe change.
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Old-fashioned Butterflies
I can’t be the only girl
Who thinks it’s crazy
How we live in an age
Where asking for the “I” in I love you
Is normal?
Because I’m the kind of girl
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Loves
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Behind the Perfect Imperfections
Behind the walls,
behind the fences.
Behind the perfect,
the imperfections.
Swallow my pride,
I am not
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The Little Boy
The leaves have fallen.
They are changing.
It's almost that time of year again.
Over there, a little boy
sits alone,
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Ourselves
We are running from
Ourselves
Because we have built
Ourselves
As a single entity
Connected by invisible strings
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Time Is Not a Statue
It’s dark, where I am. Not cold, for cold gives you solace. Not hot, as in a hammer striking molten iron to make a sword. Not warm, pointlessly and deliberately harsh and itchy.
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Grow(n) Up
I don’t want to grow up
Because I don’t want to pay taxes
Because I want someone to take care of me
Because I’m a little bit scared.
I am grown up