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Loves
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I Hate But...
I hate the way he talks
But his voice sends me to laughter
I hate his hair
And yet when he runs his hands
Through it
I get butterflies
I hate the way he is everywhere
But I look for him
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opening night thoughts
We both have short hair,
We could probably measure the inches,
Down to the centimeters, and the millimeters,
And it'd be the same length.
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Just a House
It's just a house, they all say.
It's NOT just a house.
Not to me, it's not.
It's my home.
This is where I learned, everything.
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What art is to me
I have always loved art.
All different kinds, painting, drawing, and literally anything ...
I have even been told I'm like a graffiti artist, because I draw over EVERYTHING
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Bird that flew free
I gather hope in my pockets.
Shiny stones
smoothed by time.
I think of the bird
that flew free from her cage one day,
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C-
High expectations
For myself
Fear of failing
Is something I will never
Escape
Each red mark
On the paper
Another mark
To myself
My confidence
My pride
The papers around me