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pink ink scrawled on torn-out notebook paperTop Gun soundtrack and peanut butter m&m's and writing poetry for my friends on torn-out sheets of notebook paper, scrawling the verses in pink ink that reminds me of fairy wings and 
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“Believe Me”“You’re beautiful.” “I’m not.” “I love you.” “You don’t.” “You live in the stars.” “My feet are planted on the earth.” “But your eyes are reflecting them.” “They’re not.” “Believe me.” 
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A kind of useless conversation...but maybe that's the point? I wrote at random inspiration and when I was tired, but I hope you find it entertaining “The world,” said Claire, “is a very pointless place.” 
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Ode to Frivolous DaydreamsDaydreaming of writing About the stars With beach grass blowing Around my face and The smell of the sea tickling My nose, watching 
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We Bleed Pink and Hold the World in Our HandsWe are not the daughters Of mother earth, but Her sisters; Each morning we rise and Watch the dawn Of the new day sparkle 
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The Ink of His HeartThis is from a longer project of mine, but I really liked how this stanza turned out, and I think it kind of works on its own. I flip through the first Couple of pages, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
