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Bed of Butterflies
The drops drip,
heavy and smoothly,
from their weighing leaves.
My tongue stretches
to taste it,
so sweet and fresh.
The sky opens
as the clouds move
and the sun shines through.
There's a smell, -
The January Rain
My bangs hang in my face,
sticking to my skin in sweat
and poking at my eyelids.
There's a burning in my throat
like when you swallow chlorine
and accidentally breathe it in,
but it's a dry feeling
like when you're so scared -
Do You Like Zombies?
Dear Maria, -
Call A Crow By Its Name
The crows remember my name
and they call me from the woods.
Their beaks are at my neck,
scratching it and flapping their wings
violently for steadiness.
They have to be precise and cold -
I Found Something And I Don't Know What To Do
I found something in my brother's high school journal and I don't know what to do.
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A Late Night With My Father
My father is one of the strongest people I have come to know,
but sometimes I see the way he stops and thinks
and how his eyes turn down
and he strokes his grey beard
and he lets his guard down a little