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Color
The sun's light reflects off your face like a mirror. Staring up at it hurts your eyes, but you do it anyways.
You see bright light, but
Depending on how you look at it,
It could be any color.
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Footprints
December 21,
The rebirth of the winter,
The certainty that when you wake up
Nothing has changed except for
The season.
And maybe,
Some snow has found your doorstep.
Except,
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How would you explain…
How would you explain things
To someone who was born unknowing? Unseeing?
How to describe a net?
Its many holes hold you up,
Prevent you from falling.
But they are holes that catch your fall.
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“The Best Things In Life Are Free”
Why do we live? Why are we here? Why were we gifted this beautiful world that we are destroying without a question? Why do we not question? Why do we not think to look where trouble lies, rather than turning our heads? Why is there trouble?
Loves
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Well Loved
I find it difficult to get rid of shirts that I wore when I was thirteen.
Since I know how much I used to love them.
I sense she would feel betrayed if she saw it
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Woodland Grove
And your dark, knotted hair falls,
trailing along and settling
in the crevice of collarbone,
ravine of spine,
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Thoughts on a Sunset
It’s moments like these I wish would never end.
The sky would never fade into the dark.
The sea would never storm.
The news would never catastrophize,
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Now
1, 2, 3, 4, 5…
Every second counted,
Every minute ticked,
Every hour checked off,
Every year gone.
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The Difference
"Please explain a tree,"
I ask, and before
The natural silence of pondering,
The chirping of thought as woven melodies,
The rotation of gears churning into place,
