George St. —– I get up, muddled dirt on my kneecaps caked, with blood and stones I pick myself up just…
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You cradle me always.I was small once and you held me there in your arms whenever I cried,All I could understand was…
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late nights forcing our eyes to stay open talking, talking, talking little women reruns days at the beach, dancing to old…
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In the realm of filters, I yearn to shine, Posting images that obscure what’s mine. The mirror reflects a confident grace, Yet…
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I remember when voices cut clear From a clear sky of white and whining And specks Of the styrofoam board ceilings. I…
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It was close to the end of summer We decided that we were going to meet up at a water park for…