Girl In the Blue Jacket Talkin’ To Flowers
By: Victoria Spear
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Why do I write? I bleed my feelings onto a page But the page is blank I scream my frustrations at the…
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My grandmother’s hands are calloused, worn, and hardened from years of work. Spending time slicing apples and peeling tangerines — acts of…
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Calling Mr Caterpillar By: Victoria Spear Staring at the screen for hours on end, i lose the satisfaction of being…
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Red roses blossom, Whispers of love fill the air, Hearts begin to dance. Loves light glow, Sweet chocolate melts on warm lips,…
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The Words Inside The phrase “sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me” is ludicrous Words can…
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Colors of Change Autumn leaves change fast Almost too fast to see them Then away they go Some friends are these…
