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second priority
I've never felt second best,
Being a twin, you get asked a lot of questions:
"Who's older?"
"Who's smarter?"
"Who's the favorite?"
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maybe I'll be fixed
I used to wake up and just watch you breathe,
I'd see your face and smile; we were in love.
It hurt me in a way that I would seethe
Every time I saw you and I've become
A monster who covers all of their scars,
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truth buried within a cookbook
- Add a little bit of truth in the mix
- Bury it in cups of sentences
- A pinch of darkness
- Stir in that liter of death, himself
- Teaspoon of loneliness
- Knead together the memories of the last twelve years
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What Happens When You Get On A Teacher's Bad Side...
He grabs my hand like he did last week—it might even be at the same time if I remembered— and pulls me across the hallway stained with the cafeteria's red sauce that students have been spilling for ages, and into what he calls "our place
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Float
I'm falling into the deep end,
That dark place that floods me
Over and over till I'm drowning
And I just float, float, float.
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The Binary Code
The binary code is plastered everywhere
from the billboard of the new romance movie
to the books that have shaped our history.
The binary code is ingrained in our heads
as we see the magazines,
Loves
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stranger to blue water
sing to me.
i've been a stranger once more
to your hills and valleys, to the
gaps of sunlight between your grasping evergreens.
i've been a stranger
to the red barn
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T
Tired.
worn out.
Stuck in daydreams,
so checked out.
It's been like this for months.
and getting worse in bumps and grunts.
the summer heat, it floods my mind
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the sentence that ends with a semi-colon
avidly existential,
dying words essential,
they're floating through my mind,
like an unfrozen astronaut,
cryogenically prepared
not to find
a program,
for this forgotten play
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acting in a forgotten play
My life is a play whose writer has forgotten their motivation. The lines of the script are blurred, somewhat resembling the bricks on the wall I sit beside now.
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songs from an empty chair
I write this now, in loving memory of a man who has not yet left us.
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ember
They come out of nowhere,
people rising up from the ashes,
no coordination, no plan in place,
just people who, at the same time, spread all over,