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Light
I love the light this time of day
The way the raindrops dance and play
The gentle shadows on your face
The way the darkness leaves in haste
I love the light this time of day
The flowers' colors on display -
Normal People Prison!
Yaaayyyy!
Normal people prison!
I'm glad your finally here!
Someone thought I stole a watch
And lookie I'm still here!
Normal people prison!
The jump suites- all the wire.
Eatin' lunch like high schoolers -
A year in the life
In march I learned I value a schedule.
A really full schedule, with a plate piled high with things to do.
Because not having a schedule means free time
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The Side Affects of Reading
Please read all side affects before sticking your nose in books.
A sense of curiosity,
A strong beguiled urge
To ride in hat and cape and wand on broomsticks, will emerge.
You'll start to see head canons -
7 O'clock
Sorry I'm not ready,
I should be- but I'm not.
the fact that schools tomorrow?
Can it honestly just... not.
I woke up after twelve today,
I read well into dawn.
The stories blossom in the night
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One Orbital Cycle
This year,
Last year,
Next year.
Is a human construct.
Which in the long run means nothing
The only difference between today
And tomorrow
Is the numbers with which we document time.
But what if.
Loves
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What Our World Could Be
In a chaotic world
of eight billion people,
each hidden away
in their own
separate lives,
be remembered for
being the person
who brings others joy,
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Let's Get Vulnerable About a Boy
I want you to kiss me until my lips bruise and pucker and purple and all I can taste is the inside of your mouth.
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for e.e. cummings
there are things i want to say to you. i feel like a fangirl; like rounded block letters on lined paper and i's dotted with hearts. i
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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
