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Kites
When I was five, I remember running across an open field on some warm summer day. We were flying kites, and I chased the one shaped like a bird, imagining I was flying right with it.
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diary of a californian
The wind brushed across her cheeks, tender. It fluttered her hair and made it stand upright, soft, as the sun caressed its fingers across her arm, both warm and compassionate.
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dwindling stars
It's the little things at first, right?
Yes, I rather think so.
It always starts bright
The light reaching my eyes
Only after the delay
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Marching to the Drum of Time
It’s not really something I can share, is it? Because they feel it. Visible in their eyes, urgent text messages, twirling of the hair. How do you communicate an ache originating from the darkest depths of your soul?
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Mechanical Heart
It followed him like a curse. Every step he took, the tick tick ticking of his heart echoed in the chamber of his ears, trailing him in the hallways, threatening to expose all that he was.
Loves
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ode for the girls in seventh grade
you’re perfect.
all of you.
and i don’t need to say more
but i will
because i want to write about every one of you
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"perfect."
I pick at my face
on a daily basis.
Rub my fingers over
my acne scars and oily skin,
every unwanted mark
that supposedly makes
me beautiful.
I try to convince myself
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For Old Times' Sake
for old times' sake
is such a pretty sentiment
like
let's do it
for the love
that used to be here
for the memories that used to be young
let's do it for the time
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to the boy at the lockers, one above and to the right, not meant as an apology
I was in love with him once. I think.
