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The white is falling onto
The sierra colored earth,
Laying a layer of film across the earth;
Soon to be cafe con leche,
As the brown and white mi..
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Talking you are, as always,
Crisises so small exploded,
Exclamations fired upon seemingly interested ears.
Slight guilt crosses my sight as I
Gaze..
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It was before either of us were freshmen, back when the only thing separating us from the people we once were was a few short months, the hot days of..
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Pacing YouUpset,so you push your body’til it wants to fail,andI am beside you.
We’re both on two wheels, bikes,
and you want to ride t..
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Staring in the mirroe-looking at the shadows,
I touch it, and how quick it shatters.
Broken peices-making up my heart,
Broken peices-coming from my..
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It’s Not My Fault
Are you sorry? Did you finally figure out the mistake that led to this? I loved you, y’know. More than I have anyone el..
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I am the wind lifting your hair,
the smell of the ocean breeze,
the sunbeams on your back,
the sand beneath your feet.
I am the stifling air chok..
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:....:....:....:....:
Pickle
In the end, you were the same
As always, nothing changed,
Never loving.
I smile contentfully up at
Your slowly g..
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This is NOT under any circumstances promoting racism.
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Your hand flies through the air.
A scream is ripped from my throat.
Please, don't hit me again,
My throat is raw from screaming.
Please, don't..
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