
Writing

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the american dream
i toured six different colleges over the past week
& i didn't care about the clubs
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Lavender and Gardenias (a fictional poem)
Her room smelled of lavender and gardenias
As we lay under silky rays of sun
And danced around the truth in long, snaking sentences,
Words falling over one another until they
Became nothing, only syllables
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Yondr
YONDR
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cloudy days
On the swing I sway
I stay there all day
My thoughts like the clouds
Floating away
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last snow (again)
it's snowing,
again,
and through the endless endless white and the soft ticking of the grandfather clock
on the wall i halfheartedly wonder what the cardinal
in the bird feeder thinks of this.
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small slit window
I wake up and stare at the bland ceiling, not moving for a while. I don't know how long I was sitting there, there are no clocks in here. No clocks, no posters, no windows, save for the small, barred slit in the top of the wall.