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Loves
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Most Likely
Most likely to
Trip
While sitting down
Most likely to
Speak
Without making a sound
Most likely to
Laugh
So nobody cries
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Dull Roar
I'm so mad I can hardly write poetry anymore,
every word rushes out and tumbles down,
knocking the inside of my skull,
a dull roar that follows me to school and home again.
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Dream
You look like a poem
I wrote at night
the stars are trapped inside
those eyes of yours
and I can't seem to look away
You look like a poem
I wrote at night
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Wife of a Nation
You vacuum the carpet in the same direction,
straight lines like ribs, hoping to be noticed,
hoping someone sees proof of you,
the ghost of your hands pressed into the fibers.