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Sweater Weather
Sweater Weather.
The time when the air is crisp and cold, but the snow has not yet fallen-
when I see an abundance of styles-
wool,
cotton,
fleeces,
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Sorrow
Sometimes,
it feels like all that is left is the deep, dark folds of feeling
that are breaching through the barriers in my mind,
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A Bond Unbroken
My story does not begin with me. It begins long, long before me, in the land now called Mexico. -
Pale Green
Pale GreenThe color of a Luna Moth's wings at night, as it flutters on a soft breeze, under the brightly shining stars.
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The coming of autumn
I woke up one morning
to crisp air and leaves
the color of sunsets,
shades of red, yellow, and orange,
standing out against summer's last breath,
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Sunsets
SunsetsAre they a glorious display of fiery colors, a palette of wonders?
Are they the end of a day, the end of a life?
Or do they simply show the changes of the world and it's light?
Loves
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Sunflower
I'd like to say: You cannot know, unless you live it. You cannot understand, without experience. I do not understand, nor do I know, what it is like to live in a war zone.
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Among the few minutes of Night
Out in the forest, the time was 3:26, the world around me was filled with the darkness of night, it had such an interesting glow and the circle of light was above my head, and I looked to my side down the hill that looked over the town I saw what
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eclipse
the moon's silvery-gray hair
falls in shadows across her face
her pupils waxing and waning
straining
to catch a glimpse of her girl,
her beauty, her sunshine
her pale lips remembering cinnamon warmth
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An Eclipse
She,
She had dark black hair that crossed her face.
He,
He had honey-blonde hair that creased his ears.
She,
She didn’t have the grades she should.
He,
He had too many books to fit his room.
She,
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The Snow Falls
No school today,
For the first time since December
It's been five months,
Almost half a year,
Yet the snow falls,
We ripped March off the calendar
Yet the snow falls,
The snow melted in February,
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Medicine
The wood is lush and dappled with light,
the first April flowers poking out of the ground, snow
melting under my bare feet.
The ache of you digs into my chest like a sharpened blade,