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The Extent of Forever
“This is forever, right?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I don’t want anything to change between us. Ever. We’ll always be together . . . right?”
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The Forest of Dreams
I trudge down the leaf-strewn road, hugging myself against the frigid bursts of wind tugging at my jacket. I hop over a puddle and glance up as the clock-tower strikes six. I should’ve been home by now.
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Life Goes On
“Oh. Okay, I see. Well, another time then. What about winter break? Oh, of course, I understand. Well, don’t worry, honey. We’ll figure something out.
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Loves
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To Be a Poet
To be a poet is not to write poems.
No.
Most anyone can do that.
Most anyone has done that,
for school, maybe.
To be a poet is to see a tree
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