Poems from januaryblues

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Aspiring journalist, not a poet, looking for answers.
My heart beats roughly 100 times per minute. Three years ago I would have said that roughly 99 of those were for you. "There's just...
Memorizing lines and times a slave to the system. If the bus leaves at four what time will it arrive? They never account for traffic or a...
I was the proudest sister in the world. You were cool smart popular. You were strong and I wanted to be just like you.   You never let mom...
You are beautiful. More so than the purple in the sky beneath the setting sun. You are strong. Compared the fallen dried leaves and my...
It's the same way the falling snowflakes on the first winter day dizzily decend from the clouds until they've found a sufficient resting...

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