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Cinnamon
She was always wrapped in cinnamon.
Her aroma was a mixture of brown and gold oak
stacked together like firewood,
as was her house on the side of the mountain
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In the Name Of the Idiot, the Betrayer, And All Lying Bigots. Amen.
I've crossed into the spirit world
I've found that it looks strange.
Everything that I was told
Its really not the same.
Where is the trumpet fanfare?
The golden bridge to cross?
The hovel I had slid down -
That Tiny Wooden Cabin
Waving my goodbye out the windows of the
Gray Coach bus for the last time
Was so hard.
It was hard to admit I was
Really going to miss that place
Something about the fact that’s it’s so final -
The neighbors got a karaoke machine
My neighbors got a karaoke machine.
It spews bright orange and blue patterns around their fences,
our fences.
And there's a disco ball
whose glitter is filtering through their windows,
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Where, is the Ball?
Here! Over here!
I've discovered it all.
Rejoice and be gladd for I've found the ball.
The orenge and blue one
With the green on the stem.
Oh never mind,
Thats a mad mother hen.
I got it! Don;t worry! -
202won
I jumped and cried and jumped some more,
My tears now sat there on the floor.
We hugged, for once, we hugged so long –
The seven of us. Last day gone.
I sniffled and laughed and sniffled some more,
Loves
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To Georgia, On Leaving
you traded for freedom with fireflies,
gave up bug lights for city ones.you miss me like you miss fireflies;
a necessary surrender for your future. -
The Beast and the Pocket Full of Hearts
Once upon a time, there lived a young girl with a pocket full of hearts. Really, the hearts were stones and the pocket was the upturned bottom of her swim shirt, but she didn’t care. To her, th
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They Wouldn't Want to Be Her
She walks in
Eyes on the floor
Drawing everybody's eyes up
Hair coiled tightly
Wound up
Just like her heart
Her heart that feels like it's being squeezed
As strong as the looks she gets
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The Fall
I
saw
you
and you
saw
me
but what
we'd
do
I couldn't conceive.
I start
to
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the glass child
i am everything i was ever supposed to be
i am perfection embodied into a
comprehensible human form. i sit poised,
back perfectly straight as i overlook my domain
the life i curated for myself. everything is
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Who is that?
Who is that girl?
The one who’s headed to boarding school in the fall
With the green eyes
And big smile
Who is that girl?
Who reads books like she’s starving and the words are big, juicy cheeseburgers