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A brother
I’ve never believed in coincidences. The idea that things just happen because they happen has never fallen true in my mind. I’m more of an “everything happens for a reason” type of person.
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The Snow
a fresh white blanket covers the hill.
i press my palms down into the layers.
flakes fall onto my face.
they melt fast but the feeling stays.
Loves
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VT
vermont is a half-finished poem with all the lines scratched out.
grandfathers who’ve lived here their whole lives still talk of leaving,
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Forever Aching
Deep in my chest
Lies an ever-throbbing ache,
A constant reminder
Of love unreturned.
Late at night, I lie awake,
Dreaming of things that could never be.
A smile, a laugh, a fleeting gaze—