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ode for the girls in seventh grade
you’re perfect.
all of you.
and i don’t need to say more
but i will
because i want to write about every one of you
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to the boy at the lockers, one above and to the right, not meant as an apology
I was in love with him once. I think.
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second snow
I am chanting verse 9 of my first aliyah,
a bowl of blackberries and apple cinnamon Cheerios beside me,
fingers twirling the spoon, when -
out the window, there is snow.
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FIRST SNOW
ugh it's raining again,
i text my best friend when i wake up & look out the window
onto an already gray & gloomy world.
rain rain rain rain rain rain rainy november like all
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11/7/25
precisely one year ago i went to school after election day and felt like driftwood in an uncertain sea.
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november
It's cold here, I reply to my grandparents when they ask how our week's going. It's cold, and wet, and already I am helping my friends put up Christmas decorations and string LEDs across their rooms, playing holiday music to try
Loves
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the man the sea forgot.
I saw the waves
crash over the sand
where you once sat.Your ashes sink
into the waters
you once sailed.Others desecrate
the land
you once found holy. -
Chocolate and Wafer
*SPONSORED BY Kit Kat® (Not really though, sadly. Please don't sue me)*
Kit Kat, oh Kit Kat,
Where art thou thee?
So sweet and delicious,
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Life Is...
Life. So many ways to describe it. Life is messy. Life is complicated. Life can kick you when you’re already down and spit in your face, telling you to stay down, don’t get up, that you’re worthless, pathetic, a disgrace.
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a fluke in the feeling department
valentines day
less than a week away
ive never been
in lovesomething powered off
earlylonging for someone
to notice mei mistake that
for desirewas it a crush
or just
friendship -
kid
where the soft grass meets the sea
is where you'll find her
for eternity now.
young and alive in vivid shades
of every color
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snow angels and sledding
i long for the times
of snow angels and sledding.
how free we were,
way back when.
we slipped down the hill,
narrowly avoiding several trees,
and mr. wilkins,