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At the end of the day at the end of the year
It's the beginning of the day
breathe out heavier
walking into school
trying to make a white cloud in the air.
It's the middle of the day
stick my fingers into my pockets
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A Bouquet of Stars for YWP
YWP is the reason I
Keep refusing to take off the nail polish
Chipped and speckled like stars,
Smiling when I see the flecks of gold
Within the flecks of turquoise
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Before the Dust
For the first twelve years of my life,
There was no direct purpose in existing.
But then—
on the night of my thirteenth,
butterfly wings sprouted
from my back.I got my own garden to tend.
