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it's 3 A.M.
it's 3 A.M.
and with
flickering shadows,
my vision
seems to blur.
it's 3 A.M.
and the moon
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tears
tears of glass
welling up
let them out
let them pass.
tears of fire
streaming down
i won't struggle
if i drown.
tears of blood
pouring out
more and more,
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after i die
after i die,
i like to think
that someone will plant
a tree over my body.
couples will carve their
"everlasting" love
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infinite
here i am,
foolishly trying to describe
the feeling of sitting up
high in an oak
and writing poetry.
here i am,
watching the sunset
above long green grass
and typing into an ugly
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an ode to love
love, you say,
is as tenderly golden as
buttercups in may,
as apollo's flaxen hair.
and you wish for a lover.
fated together
as achilles was with
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asleep by the smiths
on any other day,
i would say my favorite song
is unslept by miraidepa
it reminds me of
who i am, or rather,
i guess, who i hide behind.
today is different.
Loves
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questions for the tiny bird
Tiny ceramic bird, frozen in midair. Are you doomed to spend eternity seeking a flower you will never see? Spiderwebs cover your body as you dangle from a wire, staring at a pole of wood, cracks forming with time.
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thoughts are louder at night
The silence of 11 pm
combined with the clicking of my keyboard,
rushed typing, like i
have somewhere to be.
fingers lightly tapping across
the keys when
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Deep Down, In the Lake
Once upon a time,
A woman won a lottery.
But she did not keep
The tens of thousands of dollars.
Where did they go, then?
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Weeping Willows
The weeping willow shimmers, the water droplets gleaming in her sunlit hair.
A dryad floats above her, in the air.
They unify, becoming one.
In Summer, the Willow cries with joy, enjoying the sun. -
