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  • Slaves to this World

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    The burning rain dropped

    On our heads,

    Seeping through our skin

    Into our brain

  • Dreams Of You

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    The morning after I woke to the door left ajar,

    A choice was to be made, to close it, or open it wide knowing by now you were far,

    I opened it, and the fabric that once tied me down, fell, liberating me of my chains and shackle,

  • How to Prevent Your Roommates from Taking Your food

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    Keep your popcorn with your boots

    And your boots with the spiders

    All covered in webs—stringy and white.

    Keep your chocolate with your school books

    And your school books with the trash

  • Note to Self

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    Walking on eggshells is hard

    When your shoelaces are untied

    And your ankles burn with blisters.

    Careful as you may be,

    You cannot prevent those delicate shells

    From cracking beneath your feet.

  • Local

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    Summer

    Like the angry tide

    Foreign swells rise up and roll

    Bombarding the shore

    With their strangeness

    Winter

    Like the bottom of the Sound

    Virtual nothingness

    Save those who are always there

  • Where Am I?

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    Where am i?

    Night has fallen.

    Traffic roars.

    Buildings are silent.

    Head lights cut through the night sky.

    A stagnant lake in the far distance.

    How long have I been here?

    My feet are numb,

  • Changing Flowers

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    There it stood,

    as firm as could be.

    Like he said it would,

    which meant the world to me.

    It gradually grew strong.

    The vibrant petals lit the night.

    Its jade leaves long.

    It was love at first sight.

  • Good Mourning

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  • Growth and Love

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    “Why are you so kind”

    My grandmother would ask

    And I thought of where I came from

    Not everyone

    Is so kind, with actions not forced but a natural disaster

    So I started thinking of home to be within

  • Self Bewilderment

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    I will never know,

    Where my thoughts will go.

    I divulge in to the endless sea of my mind.

    I can’t see the bottom,

    It’s not that kind of water.

    The viscosity can only be compared to motor oil.

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