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Tunnel Vision
In semester one of ninth grade, I met my newest obsession. In semester two, I suffered the consequences.
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Fin
She watched me–sorrowful
I walked away
It pained me so, but I could not stay
Any longer, I would’ve been cold to the touch
After it all, we became just too much
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Luna
She was heavenly!
I do have a notion,
That her nuances are nothing but pure perfection,
In all its greatest forms.
Her echoed incandescence
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An Ode to Reflecting
As the incandescent light is reflected on the rippling water, I am swarmed by blissful memories of us.
“Nothing is more beautiful than the stars,” I say.