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Yesterday
yesterday
to you i was nine years old
with a black hurley hat
that never left my head
the hat that you would take
and try to hold it far above
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Seasons
Summer nights
Taste of sweet smoke
Laughter and kindness
The generosity of strangers
The hopes of tomorrow
And the struggles of a past day
Fall days
Feel the heat on your back
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Regret
I feel like I lost all the time
I once thought I had
Looking at you
Even though you look the same
The gray of your hair
And the change of mine
Tells me time has truly passed
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The faults of a past generation
时间
Time moves fast
Tick… tick… tick…
It all goes
Gone
Gone
Gone
Minutes go by
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Sparklers
I was sitting on a bench
In the center of my state
The sun burned bright
And hard
Making me squint my eyes
But I still tried my best
To look at you
The conversation was good
Loves
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My Coming Out Story
Growing up when I was younger, I was raised in a very homophobic, transphobic family. I was taught that being anywhere on the LGBTQ spectrum was evil and would send you to hell.
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Sometimes We Stay Outside
Sometimes we stay outside
on your front steps.
It’s peaceful there.
There are no cars
or stomping feet.
There are no dishes
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psalm 151
i would like to write a psalm made of salt dedicated to whomever Lot’s Wife really was.
for people cannot be made of perfection
and people cannot be made to never hold grudges. what if
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Mundane
a lesbian couple on my bus home from school
a man in a punk battle jacket on the street
my mother's female CEO group chat blowing up
four of my teachers taking the following day off
