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The Abhorrent Little Spider
I was wrapping a present during twilight, the night before my father's birthday.
I sat on the cold and disorganized concrete floor of the basement.
While shifting my weight, I noticed a traveling spider:
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Realities
She pressed the cherry into my hand,
Smiling, it didn’t mush,
Didn’t leak red juice all over my summer-calloused palm
Like fake blood, too bright to be the real thing.
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The Meaning of Butterflies
In the cocoon's embrace, hope takes flight on fragile wings, Like a brushstroke of color, the butterfly dances in the wind.
They flutter through fields, spreading hope with every gentle breeze.
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Painting Over Scars
There is a world,
it’s time to remember it.
We aren’t the only ones
inhabiting this planet.
As we frack
the world cracks,
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Mother Earth
mother nature she is called – mother earth
yet what kind of mother is she?
letting her children hurt themselves and their brothers
letting them kill each other for entertainment, for "food"