I looked up at space & wondered where the stars went. The sky had become a blood orange river & despite how pure the air felt, I tasted a light coat of copper in my throat. Our neighbour, Gary, was crooning to a limp girl.

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As the sun set behind the cherry tree, it seemed to cast its blossoms into the sky where last night's ominous howls became a home for cotton candy w/ its pink-lined clouds. The provenance of hearts' light aura.

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One October night, I sneaked out after bedtime to meet our scarecrow. The front doorknob moaned like trapped spirits in the basement & what crept from its crevices stained my gown like blood. I felt vengeance in that scarecrow's eyes upon 1st sight. 3

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Argan oil to keep my hair from blooming in the rain, mouthwash to keep apologies from wake-up's bane, malachite whispers on eyelids framing views of you, agelast in this revolution as today's youth.

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She has a poem
one
Its lines
Hang on her
Thoughts rope
Far from stalkers breath
Ticking with
Yellowing time
Her decision
Doesn't invoke
Lyricism
Cynicism or
Disdain
She just wants to
Be left in peace
With the white space
She'd never have
Fully filled
Anyway.

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“I can do it.”
He shrugs the peanut butter open
Smears it on soft white bread
Makes swirls
Edge to edge
Adds a two-tone apricot effect
Looks at the second slice,
Sighs and covers his masterpiece.
“Perfect.” He grins through pbj teeth. He’s 5.

Swirl Sandwich

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The sunset crowned our heads, bright watercolours blooming and warring w/ one another. We drew rhymes on our palms until night came, wishes materialized, and I realized we were more than friends.

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But your deception fails. The space between lemonade skies' rescue & the void's jealousy becomes filled w/alexithymia again; & the being drinks it from your bluing lips. 𝘙𝘶𝘧𝘧! 𝘎𝘙𝘙𝘙. 6

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Such glory in far fractals, making senses brittle when they twine w/ our sights. Like a picturesque vertigo from great heights from the adventurous torn love between clouds & falling snow.

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Bouquets: often given as part of a celebration or forgiveness catalyst—but no matter how lovingly watered in pleasing vases, their flowers will wilt in immured gloom. I know such sad days away from the sun.

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He sits somewhere between the lilac & navy of my heart, a crumbling treasure that led away firm monsters & bolstered my love for blueberries & their tendency to stain lips like kisses.

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We laid our glass bones on a verdant yard as leaves shivered in breathtaking whispers. You called me beloved and asked why I couldn't stay forever. When I woke, aduantas holed the air where you were.

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Not that it mattered. All fell into a hush as we found ourselves wondering how time moved fast as that storm. Hours came and went, making way for a sheer velvet moon to grace our eyes. Then arrived a powder sugar dragon. 6

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"I'm afraid your brother's soul has suffered trauma from their venom," Nurse Parker said. "They're a species with an incurable virus that invades parts of our mind that bleed deeper than tangible."
"But where are his eyes?" 364

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Then a hail storm greeted us midway. I dared a hand out my window & met constant thorns, from which Tristan crowned me Champion of Wonder. The snow-like sand would be my reward after crystal deluge. 3

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Bristles on my bones were wiped away by the encompassing wind, its poetry howling lavender in my ears. We drank in razor greens and blues, tasted bright belief in each breath. What a day to be with friends again. 1

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There is no map to connect this planet to where we go when our hearts are emptied & all songs built on carefully blooming buds wilt, but there is mystery in the breeze that finds us when life feels unsure.

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You say you don’t like her. What is it? The cilantro hair? The way she’s always late to everything, even her own party? The constant flash of iridescent dragonfly wings?
You’re not ready, Mr Frost, but I adore her. I am ready for her warm embrace.

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My heart pines for Saturday evenings of pudding on funnel cakes after department store walks. For all the chatter and squeaky shopping cart wheels, I found silence where all amplified. This house is just silent.

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The forgotten nameless prince had ostracized himself from a seemingly futile fight, tying slings to his back as others' lips blued. "Prejudice is unwelcome," he thought, opening insurrection's smoke flare.

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