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Fragile
Spring is a blossom crushed
Unbeknownst to you, in your clammy palm.
It’s a season made of glass,
Fragile, disintegrating
Like the April showers filling
Cracks in the pavement.
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Books saved my life
No one would know this now
From the way I suck up words
Books done in one sleepless night
It seems I've been reading my whole life
But in third grade
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The Penned Warrior
A teacher once told us
that we create our world
Each chapter and character
constructed
through ink, blood, and sweat
A teacher once told us
our ending
isn’t an ending
until those days of rue
