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poem with a strange rhyming scheme
you can hold my head under the water
you can tell me i don't belong
you can throw snakes and stones at me
you can tell me everything i do is wrong
but the longer your hand
glued to my head
stays underwater, the -
The Last Day Of School
Finally!
Oh, finally we have made it. The
built-up pressure of
finals,
who likes who, and
drama
released.
No more rules,
dress codes,
worries.
No more papers,
pencils,
tests.
No more. -
untitled
i want to say
im fine
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synesthesia
i close my eyes
turn on headphones
spend a good portion of time fiddling with bluetooth
press play.
color
everywhere.
like through a
vr set.
silver dashes on this side of the room -
lie
dont say
she's just like me
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a lesson on (most) my names
my middle name is gayle.
this is my grandmother's middle name.
my grandmother was the first woman
in her family to get a
degree in college, something
deemed impossible at the time.
regardless, she did it and