Ivy
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Miss MarieA Poem by IvyShe walked with the world in her footsteps and sang anthems in the shower. There was always a red scarf on her dresser for when the dragons scorch.. |
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If The Rain Were Just Like OilA Poem by IvyI calmed my wings on sharp corners to give myself time to make the lamination machine work. The birds sat silent for the few minutes it took to en.. |
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She Began With SandA Poem by IvyShe began with sand and ended with it too, though she was certain both were clouds simply roughened by rain and false expectations. In the meat of it .. |
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I Was My ImaginaryA Poem by IvyI was chained in a changeling body for some time. At day, I wrote A-minus reverie essays and at night, I dripped from my petals and sang pollen fr.. |
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But Not LeastA Poem by IvyShe folded the audience in neat rows and slid them in her pocket where they wouldn't see her ankles shake on 'kiss me' heels and an encore stage. .. |
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She Called Life a Con-JobA Poem by IvyI was inspired to write my own eulogy. I quite like the result, though I feel as though it makes me sound like a narcissistic arse. The piece changed .. |
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Written Snugly in the Cover of the Novel He Gave H..A Poem by IvyIn used books you might find(she found it on a birthday so many years ago)an occasional note(but it was a)message(she remembers it to this day)written.. |
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It's a BitA Poem by IvyIt's a bit like the damage builds up at the ends of my hair at the same pace as in the core of my being because I stretch myself out until I am we.. |
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Lily WorldA Poem by IvyI want to live in a morning lily world where the past is always washed away by a blanket of dewand I my body can sing a naked melodyto the tree-top he.. |
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He's aA Poem by IvyHe's a John Hughes film on repeat in the dark recesses of his mind, stacked behind the veil of confusion hanging between him and the world he was .. |
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