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An ArgumentTW: DV (I think) and Toxic Relationships, strong biblical references I miss eve said Adam as Eve bent over a stove, an apron around her red and white checkered waist. 
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Midnight ConversationsI don't wish to go to paradise because I fear I'd be alone Not alone exactly, but how can an afterlife be perfect for one without one being alone with the false fabrications of those they wanted to keep? 
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Miss YouI miss you like I miss my childhood and good God, I think it's because that's what you were. You were a childhood fantasy and now you are gone we're two teenagers who don't look when we pass in the hall 
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If I Woke Up and I Didn't Remember What Mirrors WereI would look at one and smile see a teenager with cupid bow lips see deep brown eyes, too big for them see off center and crooked features see too round of a face, too sharp of a jaw 
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Hometown ChristmasWhen we drove through my hometown for the first time, I asked her, "What do you see?" And she stared at the setting Ohio sun, at the too cold outside with not enough snow, at the streets I called home. 
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Writer's CurseYou are a student of a language, warping butter-like words on your tongue. 
Loves
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Greek Tragediesoh Icarus, you poor thing. 
 fell in love with the sun, the sky-
 paid the price, i suppose.why do we always pay the price for love? Orpheus, lonesome poet, 
 lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it.
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Gaea and Her ChildrenAs I sit in the grass a sense of magic overcomes me. The mother of all, Gaea, is here. I can’t see her, but I feel her presence everywhere. She is crying, sobbing, mourning her lost children, the trees, the birds, the bears, the flowers. 
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VulnerableAt school we're doing a poetry unit. "Oh cool, we write poetry all the time!" My friend says. What we didn't realize, though, was that the teacher turned on the tap to our inner selves 
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I'll try.I have never been a poet, But for you I will try. 
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Technically...Technically, I’m an immigrant; I wasn't born here. Technically, I’m too young, just shy of a year. Technically, I’m inexperienced, barely know the rudiments. 
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A tribute to my favorite poemBased on the poem "This is just to say" by William Carlos Williams. I have drunk the tea that was on the counter and which 
