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Mourning the Memories
Dear love,
The night you slept in my room the first time you were wearing one of your white cotton shirts.
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Remembrance
Cracked pavement tells the story that time refuses to forget.
And while tree roots weave their way underneath the ashen pavement,
Time is dripping away from me.
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Mother to Child
From the day you were born I loved you unconditionally.
I loved you every second, of every minute, of every day.
When you were born, I was reborn alongside you.
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Lake
Fall
You are still, but the bright trees around you shake.
Colored leaves fall onto your surface.
The wind howls, but you are calm.
Loves
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1/18/26
You sit in the middle of your college cafeteria—top floor—and things become very apparent to you, very quickly.
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Mourning the Memories
Dear love,
The night you slept in my room the first time you were wearing one of your white cotton shirts.
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Drowning, Dreaming, Demanding
It feels like drowning in expectations while trying to convince the world I can swim.
I’m always performing.
The pressure is suffocating.
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Remembrance
Cracked pavement tells the story that time refuses to forget.
And while tree roots weave their way underneath the ashen pavement,
Time is dripping away from me.
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i beg of you
this is not a poem.
this is not a song.
this is not metaphor, a sonnet, an ode, not a ballad, a rant, not even a dream–
this is a plea.
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