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summers before
I haven’t been to upstate New York since I was ten years old and we drove away from our house there without looking back.
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slippery, sunlit silence
Once, we met.
My hair was up, and the world was coated with snow,
and you
talked to me with wide blue eyes
and a slippery smile, easy to fall into.
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I hate the sunset tonight
Why won't the sky explode in a burst of orange-yellow-red radiance, turning each moment golden? Or fade into lavender laced with blue and whisper-pink, the world muffled and soft around the edges?
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One of Those Girls
I can't shake the feeling
That I'll never be one of them
Girls with lives made of honey and laughter,
Girls with someone who looks at them
Like they're laced with something unknown and magical,
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My Name/Your Name
cover my eyes so i can see you better
my night shadow, cloaked in delicious mystery,
your hand, forbidden fruit, holding mine
under the waning light of a summer's day.
i wish
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at home on a winter's night
The thick night cloaks everything and the snow follows suit
a delicate dance, welcome
after two years of rainy Decembers.
My room is cold even though
the heat is blasting, so I sit
Loves
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the woods
it is morning
defined
by linen against soft skin
wet grass
and an orange sunrise
quiet
from the west
to the east
a bus is parked
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schön
the east is enveloped in blue dark
the plane that carries you
diving into the abyss
while the west appears to be engulfed in flames
a simple view from the deck
of a slow moving boat
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hell town
kssh/bump/you need to/
keep your head low/smoke and ash/
and oil/factories and steam/with bright lights/
dead patrol/in Hades's town/first a girl/with a red flower/then a boy/with a lyre/then a deal/then a sad/sad song.
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follow the pink light
How do I know that this will ever be enough? I can’t picture myself settling.
