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let it happen
it was barely audible
yet soft and sure
in the heat of the moment.
what?
I ask
even though I know what you said.
I know the weight
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cool
tall
and ghostly pale
as if he were drenched in sheer silk
was what I saw when he left the room,
leaving behind footprints of moonlight in the halls.
cool as a winter breeze
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scared of the dark
The milky twilight
Soft and still
Drenches me in feeling.
My eyes illuminate,
Reflecting the light of a million stars
Each one a place I’ll never know.
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still a while to go
I was so quiet then,
standing all alone against the concrete wall
in ill fitting jeans
with an awkward bob made of my soft blonde hair.
I listened instead of speaking
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the world may revolve around us tonight
the dark seems to wrap us in a silky soft embrace,
your arms warm around me,
around me in a way I can't believe.
I'm no longer focused on film that's playing,
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Loves
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figures of the night
we sat and imagined fireflies
flitting between the tops of the RVs
as the sun disappeared into muggy,
illicit sludge. we realized we both liked
the sticky-sweet taste of summer
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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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alone
Even with my friends, I'm alone.
They date. They love each other.
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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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Mr. Red ( ever so slightly revised)
There is a man on the corner of 87th and Amsterdam. I do not know him, and he does not know me. He wears a red T-shirt with red sweatpants. He wears a red coat with red shoes. He wears a red ski mask on his face.
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Midwestern Night
Midwestern night.
There’s something out in the fields,
Something banging on the roof.
Fresh vomit in the toilet.
The sink is running, so you can’t
Hear your own heavy breathing.