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Weightless With a Million Poets
Today I
ran through the rain, hair
newly cut and weightless even though
it was drenched; I
ate strawberries dusted with sugar while
doing homework, pencil
tracing neat letters across math homework I
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Spring's Post-Script
I love post-script, thought Benvolio as he sat curled in his favorite armchair. His favorite music was humming through his airpods into his ears, and as he watched raindrops gather and drip down the windowpane, he fel
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I don't like my haircut
But at least I
still see the everlasting stars
sparkling in my eyes and
the constellations that connect them
to me.
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Spring's Daisy Dress and the Wings of My Characters
The snow is twirling down,
dancing down to earth one
after another; it's
April, and
it seems it should be flower petals
raining down rather
than the flakes of frozen rain;
I imagine Spring is
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In Hugging Someone, You are Hugged
In wrapping your arms around someone,
you're getting a hug, too.
In giving someone else advice,
you're telling yourself what you need to hear.
In writing someone a story or a poem,
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To Spill Words from a Bruise
I’m learning that one letter
Can make all the difference;
One letter, or
The lack thereof
Could burn down a dream or
Loves
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the b word
tell me that i am
not okay
i mean
am i valid enough
to be labeled
to be put in a jar
of "sick" kids
i dont know if im sick
i know somethings wrong
but ive been told my