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The Season Sisters
Autumn hefted the strap of her leather satchel over her and quietly slipped out of her house, drawing in a deep breath. It was her favorite time of year, and not just because her name had the same meaning. The branches were f
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Freeing Stupidity
I click open a google doc,
The colorful plus seeming so freeing,
The blank page being so full of possibilities,
So free of rules.
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Being the Library of Life
If I were immortal, I think this is how my life would go:
I blink,
Expecting for my life to end,
But instead it keeps on going.
I mosey through my infinity,
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The Rhythm of Optimism
Music fills my ears,
Pulsing through me,
Running through my blood along with my blood,
Synching the rhythm with my heartbeat.
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I Want to Write
I want to write,
To let my words pour from my fingertips,
To allow my imagination to run free,
To gift my ideas to others,
To simply put pen to paper.
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Gardening My Story
I stare at the words in front of me,
The blank space below them,
The keys beneath my fingertips,
The possibilities I could bring to life.
Story lines bud in my mind,
But I hold back from letting them blossom,
Loves
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What I'll Remember
I'll remember the dew drops.
The ones on the grass after
a particularly humid night.
I'll remember the golden sunlight
seeping into our kitchen window
in the morning.
It would catch the side of our faces,
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remember not understanding what red white and blue meant
america is a kindergartner with her hair in pigtails. her
eyes are bright blue & curious. she wants to know the answers
to everything and she can't understand why
no one will tell her.
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Engrave Me
I am jealous of books,
the stories that have been created from beautiful minds,
but they tear me apart inside.
I'm jealous of every broken character who finds their place,
their person,
their home,
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Paradox
Love is a paradoxical thing.
I want desperately to be loved.
I want to wake up to a "good morning, my favorite person" text.
I want the last thing I see at night to be a little red heart emoji.
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