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My Eyes Hurt
Minute tremors burrow under my skin as
yesterday’s mistakes become today's problems.
Eyelids itchy and irritable, I blink over and over
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Dark, dark (Midnight)
I am dark dark.
Ebony.
Melanin.
Not sun-kissed but
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The City
The city has always held me in its arms.
Softly, like a mother does to a child.
At the edge of daylight,
I gaze out over a balcony
and call each structure by name.
My eyes track its movements, -
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Jump
The roof turned into the sky.
Loves
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Sprout
Winter nights leave me delirious
The moments we step through right before the fall of snow
A certain forgetting
Like autumn approaching
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Birthday #2
Aging is such a hard concept to get your head around. The world moves, and sometimes it’s easy to forget that you do too, in ways that are impossible to see or fully understand.
