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There were many things we did not want our eyes to know, because we did not trust them.We did not believe in crying mothers, leaving lovers, dead ends..
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I was born ugly.Not the kind of Ugliness that makes my mother turn away in revulsion.But the Ugliness that makes her stare intently,taking in every ro..
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I never knew that I would own the world.The dancing ire of the wind.The ground under my feet and the sound of flapping wings.They came to me as if bea..
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For every child soldier in every corner, whether you hold a gun or not, in whatever way you are being used or afflicted, I fight for you.
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I saw scribbling on black walls, love poems, dedicated to boys she did not know and boys that were not me. I surveyed this new terra-firma, the constr..
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To be
whispered to the sleeping backs of loud toddlers and the giant eyes of the
children that we were.
I
write this panegyric on th..
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Burdened.
My ears
pick the music of strings,pulled by bleeding fingers.
The notes
lift me,and I hurtle past a triumvirate of idle clouds.
W..
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Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe.
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Intolerant eyes seep through the cracks in the door;........................Reiterating our thoughts in a million microdots.Broken Bubbled Blisterine ..
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