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In the Face of Change
and when the sun lingers on the snow
and the moon instates itself over the dark horizon;
when the trees reach, grasping; when the wind curls in on itself, pleading
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A Half-Satirical Attempt At Explaining What It Feels Like to Attempt to Bargain With Time
Hey. So, it’s me. Like always. Also, it’s 12:30. I’m sure you’ll remember that, like always, I would love to be able to sleep. Maybe you’ll just give me another hour or two? See, I had things to do. Poetry. A portfolio.
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Loves
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(you smell of)
new converse, christmas lights strung up til march, arcade pizza glistening with grease, red hair dye, burnt-off fog, rain, i think, or the dew on grass, dark lip stain, tracks in fresh snow, heavy vanilla, old lemon peel, pink ribbons forgotten o
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sn / ap
i break lines like a maniac
obsessed with meter, st
opping thoughts before they begin
: a psy
chotic insomniac frankenstein's
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Why I Was Late To Band Today
"So I was in English class, right," said the kid, "and the bell rang, and while I was switching classes, I got super thirsty, so I stopped at the water fountain, but then I remembered that this fountain is out of order and the only other one is in
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Forever My Beloved
Fallen trees and burning wake follows thee
Collaboration breaks to burning hate
If not, malice behind ev’ry decree
Much grandeur, but collapse remains your fate.
