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this is a sestina. i hate sestinas. my creative writing teacher liked it though and i don't think it's too awful.
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I'm proud of this one, never thought i could get these words out.
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I wrote this from the perspective of my aunt after losing her son, my cousin.
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I listen to you singOff key, and it lulls meTo sleep. White noiseEverywhere, like silence, But not empty. Thank you For letting me sit, Pathetically, ..
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my sentiment is that i'm unsure and i'm okay with that.
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Stretch renewedArms, recalling the wishes That sent them to their Final flight, Then their death, and nowThey rise, glorious, Golden phoenixesFrom the..
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Boys to the right,
girls to the left
Exclaims the blonde suburban mom
Equipped with a camera
And Pepto Bismol colored lipstick.
I gue..
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My flustered dad huffed as the ancient red car puffed around the outskirts of the grandiose mountain. My twelve year old heart dropped as if i were on..
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I never want to take my prom dress off.
It’s black as my soul,
And sparkly as my gayness.
In this dress I feel
Like a banshee..
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I’m never a first choice.
I am dusted,
Thoughtlessly onto
The back of the book shelf
With the dead fly
And leftover coffee
..
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