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The Epitaph
It was the night when the battle turned.
The speaker sat back
There was gas in their eyes and hatred,
Blackened like needles,
Though dirty still,
And twice as sharp,
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When They Cry
When my father cries,
He sticks his lip out,
Like a kid,
His jaw shaking,
Eyes red.
He cries when a truth is told;
Someone’s leaving,
The end is near,
Or a fault is exposed,
Guilty
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The You That You Are
I love the you that you are when you are alone,
The you that you are when you’re at home,
When you look with soft eyes at the cat,
The you that you are when you step onto the doormat.
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To Your Little House and Time
Every day,
I’ll act like it’s the end.
As if it’s the last time I’ll speak to you.
I’ll write down each thing you say.
I’ll keep every circus ticket in a little book. -
Miss Bleary Eyes
Hello, Miss Bleary Eyes,
Are you still searching for those long lost spies?
I never took you for the type to spend that much time,
On things like me, on twisted minds. -
Life Update?
You wanted a life update, well here I am.
Up late wondering, pondering, what makes a man.
Get up twice as early, bleary frosted sun,
A tik-tok silence stuck in the head, you know, it means more to some.
Loves
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The Heart of a Table
The ancient wooden table.
The dining room table my family gathered at tonight to enjoy a meal together.
But before my first bite of chicken reaches my mouth, I hear my mom tell my dad:
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