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This poem is about listening, Humans muffle out white noise, with fireblankets cotton swabbing our ears,
8 years 11 months ago
I was a Nutter-Butter, chubby cheeked girl who always played the boy in pretend
8 years 11 months ago
I have a friend who always wants to help me Who can’t seem to grasp I set sail to sea on a ship called Solo
8 years 11 months ago
It's like a rose blossoming in my chest, Sometimes the thorns hurt or keep me away
8 years 11 months ago
They call them Silvertongues With a sickly, feeble lion throats
8 years 11 months ago
We are stamp-lickers, Overachieving procrastinators, addicts The kind of kids that
8 years 11 months ago
The daughter, the daughter with her tender, tired, rosy eyes her free spirit sent down from a lofty stratosphere
8 years 11 months ago
My style rusts as fall’s fallen leaves do, Out of practice, out of shape, It squeaks like swing sets,
8 years 11 months ago
This poem is about listening, Humans muffle out white noise, with fireblankets cotton swabbing our ears,
8 years 11 months ago
Our home has ben burnt into the air like newspaper ashes with bonfire wishes, firework kisses
8 years 11 months ago

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