
Writing

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remember when it was winter? (soon we will remember spring rains)
it is raining right now but all me and my best friends can think about // is that tantalizing glimpse of // lemonade & too-hot days & all the rage & shorts & laughter // & late nights we can see on the slowly dipping horizon pi
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Would an Elevator Change Us?
If we got stuck
In an elevator
Would we have a real conversation
For once?
Could I make you laughIf we were in an elevator
Would you trust
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Night Road Trip
It's quiet. Just the rumbling of the car. My friend is asleep next to me, their head on my shoulder. I open the windows. The breeze is nice and cool and rustles my hair. As soon as the window is open, it reveals the sound of crickets.
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When I write
When I write,
It's not so he can read it.
It's not for my friends to read
It's not for my teachers
My acquaintances
My enemies.
I don't want
People to see me.
I don't want
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Hello Spring
Hello Spring,
I see you down the cobbled path;
Your flowers lead the way,
I run after you—two can play this game.
Hello Spring,
When it rains, I still chase you
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The Gift of Insight
Candle light–
Flickering in–
the night.
Wisps of the dark–
A dreaded freight.
Whispered words–