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Imagination of the Yellow Room
My hand lingers on the door frame, atoms of space between my fingertips and the shiny wood. My eyes skim the room from side to side, window to window. It’s small but it feels big at the same time.
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Our Road
Life is a road
According to a lot of people.
But they like to talk about things like
The forks in the road (our decisions)
Or
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Loves
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Roses and Violets
Roses are red
Violets are blue
We’ve known each other
Since we’ve been in school
We were inseparable
Through elementary and high
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pensées sur le chou-fleur
cut the cauliflower, as they cut you
wash the cauliflower, when you wash away your sorrow
sprinkle pepper
sprinkle salt
sprinkle cheese
sprinkle love & home, until it's enough
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She didn't take the train.
The last time I saw Her. It feels so much more final to say it that way, but I guess it’s the same outcome either way. When I think about it logically, I can understand that She’s never coming
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Low Battery
This morning I woke up
to find my phone hadn't charged last night,
so I plugged it in while I stumbled through my morning routine
and picked it up right before I hurriedly left the scene.
