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Change O’Clock
lately i miss owls
the mountains grumble and grow, pushing up around pumpkin shards and lost dreams
who i want to be
who i’m becoming
i feel like a dusty yellow pear
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my next trick
it won't be flashy, showy, or
even remotely special to the untrained eye
but those who've suffered the burden of
knowing me will understand why
my next trick is magical.
from the seventh grader who
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The Sentiment of a Dying Star
I am a dying star
Don’t mourn me, I am quite far. -
One More Time
for one more time
i will sit in the same place
as I have for so longfor one more time
i will be the people
i've grown to know
love and hate -
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you already know summer
you've felt
the brambles and sweat,
the curl of berry-stained lips.
you've seen
the cornflower sky stolen
by a red-orange river,
the evening still thick
with lightning bugs and laughter.