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I came across a spider, her skin cold the marble made from the bathroom counter she laid on.I thought, we all would like to die in bed, sheets sewn fr..
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Sometimes I stand like stone,a bouldercarved from a mountain,a sculpture by a river,happy to be still.A leaf floats just beyond my reach,glides downst..
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A reflection on a lonely soul having a smoke at night
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“Aw s**t. Left the light the f**k inside.”Shane dragged his body out of that chair, shuffling his feet to the same sliding door Katherine ..
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“Good to meet you brother.”Shane drooled every word out towards Ben and me.“Come on back. I’m set up by the pool. Got yall 18 ..
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Freedom is a funny thing at fifteen. Not yet old enough to enjoy the full benefits, but not quite young enough to completely ignore it. Right on the c..
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“All of my friends are f*****g getting married,”I scowl at a rotted oak stool collecting dust.The ice in the glass slips, dwindles down to..
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A scene from my childhood during a storm where my brother and I took refuge in the bathtub.
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A scene from my childhood about my grandmother baking in the kitchen while I played in the next room. She has Parkinson's disease, and this is the fir..
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A poem about a lonely guy who can't/doesn't want to fall asleep because everything in his bedroom reminds him of the girl he is in love with. The rela..
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