Annual Emerging Poets Slam 2024
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To the one who got away,Misses C.
Hey C, it's been a minute since we last talked
and i have so much to tell you-
but not enough words to waste.
As I lay in my bed at night,
Dreaming of the life
First of all I’d like to thank you all for your kindness
A sophisticated type of stupid ignorant blindness
Superficial
Naive
God I grieve
An empty town, a life so far.
Fleeting hope, the white-lie stars.
Everything comes back to nothing.
The horror of familiarity.
I am sick, dying from
I don’t have an advent calendar this year
A notion I express to my mother with a slight laugh
It is of no real consequence besides,
I suppose,
growing older,
