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Through Glances at the Sun
Poetry has a silent power
In the way that poets
don’t need words to communicate
With one another;
We simply see a wildflower
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Gay
"Ew, you're being so gay."
So being gay is illegal now?
"Dude, stop faking it."
Do you want me to change?
"What happened to you to make you feel this way? It must have been awful."
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Seasons of Being (Part 2): Autumn
Autumn, she is melancholy. The wind in the trees is louder, the leaves gone and withered, leaving less privacy for the forest.
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Seasons of Being (Part 1): Summer
Lush and light
and born in summer
blue and bright
thine eyes of slumber
in clover to be
of citrus and green
with luck of four
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School
For 12 years of our lives, we are put in this place.
This place is where our energy slowly drains from our bodies.
The work that we do slowly gets harder and harder