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She With the Eyes of Fading Stars
Tears slipped quietly
Down her face, hair
Messily tied back into
The lowest of low ponytails, and
Perfectly manicured nails just begun
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Moon Like a Clock, Dreams Like a Story
Elouise could hardly breath in the corset she was being strapped into.
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In My Heart is a Waltzing Girl
In my heart is a girl who
Waltzes to the beat
Of the thrum, who
Surrounds herself with millions
Of fairy lights that
Twinkle with the stars, and
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The Genuine Beauty of Dreams
Our world is filled with such
Delicate things, such
Beautiful little lights we
Find glittering in our eyes and
Try to tuck
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You Who Gift Me a Smile
For my friend, who
sent me a letter in the mail even though
we see each other every day, just
so she could gift me a card and
a lovely little poem;
Loves
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Pomegranate
I’ve had pomegranates twice in my 17 years.
Each time, I was awed at how
something with such a mysterious foreign air
could hold so many intricate bursts of joy.
All I’ve got is the shell:
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The Moon
The moon whispers
Oh so quietly, yet
It is louder than all else
Its words wind through the frozen trees and dance across the sparkling snow, the forest still but for its wavering reminder that
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A Reminder About Firsts
First transgender representative
First protester
First lesbian senior
First Muslim mayor
First to take a stand
First in history
But that's not the point is it?
Not at all
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2026 Resolutions
To be quiet more. Be angry less. Watch shows and read books and listen to music people recommend to me, and not forget. Cry, without anxiety, embarrassment, fear or shame. Trust. Bite at the skin of my lips less. Sing more.
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I End My Day By Swimming.
The lights in each of the doll houses are off.
I, a giant, wander insignificant
Among the grains of sand.
When at last I reach the sea,
I let it take me,
Dirt and grime and grease
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