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  • A Name

    When a name is said

    It echoes

    Dreary and sad

    I'd rather not have a name

    So I cannot be defined

    Or have a name

    That remains unknown

    To thoughts and words surround

  • The Small Things

    I try to notice things others wouldn’t,

    but sometimes it’s as hard as finding a certain star

    in the night sky full of millions that reflect like a mirror.

    Although, for all the small things I take note of,

  • Her Morning

    The spark of a lighter ignites her morning

    Her pipe lies resting on her lips

    It is a deep brownish purple color tattered with flecks of dark ash

  • Old

    "You're so mature!" 

    They say to me, 

    as they pinch my cheeks 

    and hug me close. 

    I scowl at them.

     I feel so odd.

     I'm young, but mentally old.

    I'm still a kid 

  • 1893

    It was just a fluke that I happened to see

    The ghost of a girl in 1893

    I didn't think much of her, tried to ignore

    But then she came 'round in 1894

    A spirit was not something that I had wanted