My final thought at night

The first minute is
the hardest
when the light dims
and you feel 
heard
and 
exposed
in the chill
when the covers
are cold
and melting
and everything
is moving
because the 
night can breathe
if you let it
 
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AvaClaire

VT

18 years old

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  • Poetry

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    Poetry dump

    Every time I jump the world spins once

    And I land in the same spot

    My dog looks like a gremlin when he’s sleeping

    It’s midnight and I wonder if my salt lamp is really salt

    Ick yep it is

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  • Poetry

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    Chat GPT Poem

    This poem is not Chat GPT
    I promise to convince you that
    and I will attempt to convey
    the human
    sitting and picking the words
    from cobweb corners where
    computers can't find them.
    there is a beating heart here

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    why playlists are tsunamis

    five songs
    last me a month
    a single playlist
    i listen to 
    over and over and over 
    chewing it like a piece of gum
    until it has gone 
    dull and flavorless
    and I spit it out
    but
    when i rediscover 

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