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The Red Bike
The red bike,
It just sits,
No one ever touches it,
No one ever claimed the bike,
After years in the park,
It lost some of it shine after tons of storms,
The rust comes and covers the beautiful paint,
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Fairytale (writing for two book characters)
Verse one
I grew up believing in magic
In endings tied up with a bow
Thought love was just timing and wishing
Guess I didn’t know
Loves
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if not one to write
i write poetry on lined paper
in class & only half pay attention, rounded letters
barely containing all i want to say. i use green marker
& stare dreamily into the yellowed margins,