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Loves
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not
every day my friend asks me
how many days.
every day my answer shrinks
and we shudder
willing ourselves to believe in light and truth and good
but can't help whispering
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Owl
Might I seethe this lonely perch
An ends to meet with scruffy birch,
It’s colder here than was before,
Yet many woes’ that come no more.
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The Song-Stoked Fire
Smoke curls into the air,
Twirling,
One thread dipping another,
A slow waltz
With some quick steps to spark
The band,
A careful orchestra
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National Nausea
I am nauseous, constantly.
There is a Fear deep rooted in me.
My hands no longer shake in tests
the Fear is bigger than tests now
I want to go to college, let me go