Loves
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I really do smile more, don't I?
I like to think I smile more when autumn comes
I caught myself grinning out the window
Trees back home don’t look like that, so full
A tree skirt has a Christmas connotation
But the middle of October brings its own
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Routine
Create
writing
medium or genre
poetry
body
this is my routine;
come home from school
open to this the first chance I get
write.
Write
write
write
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“Believe Me”
“You’re beautiful.”
“I’m not.”
“I love you.”
“You don’t.”
“You live in the stars.”
“My feet are planted on the earth.”
“But your eyes are reflecting them.”
“They’re not.”
“Believe me.”
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We (are) the People
Who are we?
Are we men
in offices, yes that would still be
us.
But, I think we are also the boy who got a flag from the lady in the parade and waves it because he loves his country
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Stargazing
Is it so wrong for you to look at me?
Is it so bad to smile my way?
You act like I'm untouchable, a flea,
But yet you kiss me whispers and my hair you play.