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Dark, dark (Midnight)
I am dark dark.
Ebony.
Melanin.
Not sun-kissed but
scorched.
Not moonlight but
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The City
The city has always held me in its arms.
Softly, like a mother does to a child.
At the edge of daylight,
I gaze out over a balcony
and call each structure by name.
My eyes track its movements, -
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Jump
The roof turned into the sky.
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I Lost My Hat
My hat loved the wind dearly.
My hat was infatuated with wind.
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Where Did All the Money Go?
The electricity went first. Then, water.
Loves
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Lavender and Gardenias
Her room smelled of lavender and gardenias
As we lay under silky rays of sun
And danced around the truth in long, snaking sentences,
Words falling over one another until they
Became nothing, only syllables
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