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To the Plastic Bag of Broken Guitar Strings
There you go again:
Reciting beautiful words
That no one cares about.
My broken mouth waits impatiently;
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Why Do I Cry, Little Fox?
Speak to me soft, little fox.
Don’t go yet.
Don’t whisper goodbye
To the sky
When you haven’t even realized
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The Chaotic Misdemeanors of Bluejay One
A green tea bag is baking cold out on my porch
A piece of gray rock from the quarry wanted to be torched
Whipped cream pecks your cheeks with specks and flecks of blue
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Up To My Neck
They’re everywhere:
Stories of growing up and getting old
And time slipping through a child’s fingers
Like sand at the beaches of your memories.
Loves
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A tribute to the observer.
Although I’d likely consider myself shy and coy,
Occasionally withdrawn from the crowd,
There are many facets of an observer.
For one,The ultimate observer can detect feigned emotion,
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The Girl with the Polaroid in her Phone Case
The girl with the Polaroid in her phone case
is the one I want to kiss.
The girl with the Polaroid in her phone case
doesn't even know I exist.
The girl with the headphones that mess up her bangs
