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And Their Lips Dripped Red
It was dawn in the forest. The sun was just waking up, yawning and blinking her dew-soaked eyelashes in a sky painted with perfect, watery brushstrokes of yellow, orange, and lavender interspersed with wispy blush-colored clouds.
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January Loves April
January loves April,
her silken white dress with its icy tint of blue sinking into
April’s lime green skirt, buds and baby leaves rupturing its stitches,
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Dear Five-Year-Old Me
Dear five-year-old me,
you are in kindergarten right now.
You are going to meet your absolute best friend in just a little while -
or maybe you already have.
Either way, remember to be kind to her.
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I Believe That Peace Is Beautiful
I believe
that peace
is when
the screaming and shouting and bellowing and crying out
of every generation that has pleaded
for this thing called peace
can settle itself and let us rest our throats.
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The True Answer to this Never-ending Question
Nobody can accept this answer
absolutely nobody
no matter how many times I tell them.
They will argue that
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Loves
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An Ode to Dogs
A long, slim ball of English cream
curls up against the velvety crimson stairs,
like an entity of white against maroon.
His ears perk up as I amble closer,
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When In Bloom
The dogwood blooms later
this year and marks the tardy rebirth
of the earth, our home, beautifying
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Travel
I long to travel:
Wanderlust tugs at my soul.Maine screams my name,
The ocean calls for its siren far away.Salem calls me,
Whispering tales of young girls lost to time. -
Breaking Fairy Tales
Once upon a time,
the princesses got tired.
They were done
they deserved to be.
And the fairies
that the fairy tales were about,
the fairies
that were written out
with their striking beauty
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The boys with stars on their faces
Someday time will stop
Abruptly at that,
And he’ll come for me
The boy with stars on his face
He lives in my mind, and I find him alive in my dreams
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