Note from the author: This is a piece that I am especially proud of. I wrote it last year in my creative…
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Its dress a sapphire blue and its interest held by light. The flower shakes its dangling head and the radiance seems to…
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I am a cake that is sliced down the middle Unfortunately, I have no clue who ate the middle slice I am…
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Walking down the street while chunks of the sidewalk appear and disappear as you walk down the never ending pathway for as…
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you are broken but it is not this brokenness that becomes you rather it is what you do with the…
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where does this loneliness come from? how does something swallow me up inside if i don’t even know where it…