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i saw the most wonderful thing today
addressed to everyone i call my friend
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second snow
this isn't the first snow - it isn't
the one we spent at the bus stop together, sharing
hand warmers and wishes for the bus to come,
which, eventually, it did
melting the frosty road beneath it
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Winter Rain
Inspired by the poem 'Fog' by Carl Sandburg.
He comes quietly, night after night,
soft four-toed footprints in the frosted grass.
He rolls over, and over, stretching
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psalm 151
i would like to write a psalm made of salt dedicated to whomever Lot’s Wife really was.
for people cannot be made of perfection
and people cannot be made to never hold grudges. what if
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thanksgiving break
we try to sleep in over break
because there's nothing left to do until December anyways
and it won't really work because dawn always opens my blinds
and their cat gets the zoomies at 6 but
Loves
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I want to tell you I love you
I want to tell you I love you
I love you and your smiles
Your voice even though I’m still learning your language
The way your hands hold things
A basketball
Your sisters hand
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The GreenSpot
Once, there was a little girl.
She was around 7 years old at the time,
and lived with her mother and father
in a little red house, in a little green forest.
They made chicken soup on their little stove
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Final Words
Intelligence is both a beauty and a curse, a double edged sword gifted to humanity.
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on the night that you broke your eyes open,
cried into candy packets you found at the petrol station smelling like gasoline and regret
in your still-standing baby teeth like slabs of sugared marble there were
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dear mother, are you really mine?
sometimes, i lay my head against my mother’s chest. i think. gaze up at her. and this time, when i look at my mother, i see. i see a powerful woman. she is nothing short of beautiful.
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I dreamt that
I
t o r e
all the flowers down and
p u n c h e d
the waves until they
s h a t t e r e d
like icy glass and I
c h a s e d
the grassy road till its end
s t o m p i n g