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hurting
somewhere a lantern burns in the woods.
somewhere a cold blind man suffers.
they will never meet.
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Grapefruit spindrift
There's a grapefruit spindrift on the kitchen island where I’m sitting. The digital clock at the top of my Mac Book Air screen reads 9:16 p.m.
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Contained
I’m still stuck in the same grade, with the same people, doing the same thing. I’m ready to expand like steam filling a room, like water gushing from a spigot and into a basin. I’m ready to float, or maybe sink.
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Time Machine
I like the pace of time. I think that life tends to move on on just the right cadence, and if I had a Time Machine I would use it to lock time at its current pace.
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A lock without a key
Cold, bitten, waiting at the door
Rain like the universe’s tears streaming down his cheeks
He knows rejection—it's known him from the start
You see, forgiveness is his revenge on himself
Mountains like monuments waiting
Loves
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Boston
Siren’s yell pounds on my brain,graffiti paints the walls in the letters unknown,
I feel so small beneath the metal mountains above,
the honking brings fear into my peaceful existence,
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Summer
the air tastes like honey and promise
sticky with the scent of blooming jasmine
and freshly cut grass that crunches beneath bare feet
the sky drips blue
stretching wider every afternoon
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The Girl With Too Much Passion
Once upon a time you were the girl with too much passion.
You tried your very hardest to be in love with the world,
and it made you beautiful.
But you lost that person to love,
