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The way
The way we can laugh
The way we're so at ease
The way I can't stop looking at you
The way I can feel you
Next to me
Like I'd be happy wherever I can have this
The way we can grab each other's hands
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The Dark
I'm not scared of the dark
I don't trust it
I don't trust what it could reveal
I'm not scared of the dark
I'm scared of my mind
I'm scared of the games my brain plays
I'm not scared of the dark
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Always
severus snape knew what always meant
he knew the weight of it
he understood it
"after all this time?"
"always."
always
something so powerful
with such weight
so profound
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Love
I love
Snowy stage band mornings
Dark and cold
Blowing in the door with some random trumpet player
Our conductor's coffee
Wet I-just-showered hair
Bedhead, the age-old oops-forgot-my-folder
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A thousand lifetimes
You offered me your hand
And I wonder
I wonder if there could ever be a time
A dimension
Where I wouldn't take it
A thousand lifetimes
A thousand universes
A thousand twisted tales
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Friendship
To me
Friendship has always been
A big crazy group
Of strong personalities
Mixing and mashing
Some good, some bad
Whirlwind
Drawing people in -
That's what I do,
I draw people in.
Loves
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The Battle
He attacks me suddenly
Erupts like booming thunder
And all I do is wonder
If things will ever change
Because I feel his heavy power
Quick hands
Sharp teeth
Ready to devour
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What ChatGPT Can Do
For the adjective challenge I described an apple and than I asked ChatGPT to describe an apple without adjectives.
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Father
An apology that will never happen
From either side.
Cursed with your pride,
Instead of emerald green eyes.
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She Was Blamed; It Wasn't Her Fault
“It was her fault
She was wearing that skirt
Practically asking for it”
No
No she wasn’t
She was 15 years old
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17
on the night that you broke your eyes open,
cried into candy packets you found at the petrol station smelling like gasoline and regret
in your still-standing baby teeth like slabs of sugared marble there were
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dear mother, are you really mine?
sometimes, i lay my head against my mother’s chest. i think. gaze up at her. and this time, when i look at my mother, i see. i see a powerful woman. she is nothing short of beautiful.