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it's just a touch
i'm addicted now;
you hand is in mine again,
i'll never be clean.
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ECHO
I follow you down the dark, dank stairway,
Not taking a glance back the way we came.
The footsteps I take are whispers;
No one can hear them but me.
But you still listen to my heartbeat
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jumpers
It's strewn on the floor
again, because I was too lazy
to throw it in the hamper
and instead it's on the carpet floor.
And it's there next time
I'm crying on the floor;
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observation iii
We run back to your house,
The lights are still on,
And they cover your freckled face,
Like it's the sun.
The grass brushes our feet,
And the wind catches in your hair,
Loves
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Rosy Retrospection (Haiku)
I miss you more than
I loved you. Still, I love you
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wanting, without direction
today's air tastes like berries
and overused metaphors. the shadows run
across golden ground, and i look
at our old stone wall like they would in farmers' days.
a boundary, a gate
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a choice of color
When you were a kid,
When you were still learning animal names,
And awed by the world around you,
What did it mean when you looked up,
At other kids, at adults,
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sophomore year later
i used to dream
of the day
i started middle school,
thinking the excitement
of getting older
outweighed the pain
of growing up.
my teachers wondered why.
and now that i'm in
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