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It Is Still Summer
It is still summer. Not fall.
Call me stubborn, but I refuse to forget. I choose to remember.
I remember riding the train, speeding past hills that glowed yellow from the sun.
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Teenager
Maybe being a
teenager is just a con
stant state of panic.
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Loves
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follow the pink light
How do I know that this will ever be enough? I can’t picture myself settling.
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Getting Hugged
I worry a lot about what I am. I worry about the shape I am, the space I take up, and the way I do it.
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The Things We Almost Say
There is a language
spoken only in half-glances,
in the weight of a pause
just before someone smiles. -
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