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Tunnel Vision
In semester one of ninth grade, I met my newest obsession. In semester two, I suffered the consequences.
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book of poetry (breakup)
the title page has a heart drawn upon its yellowish hue,
C+M on an arrow, almost but not quite covering
TEN POEMS: VOLUME ONE and I turn the page quick,
eager to see this play out,
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autumnal
the world is colder than before
north winds exhaling dragon breath across the valley and
my doorstep where i wait for the bus (bumblebee against concrete),
rubbing my hands together and
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Old-fashioned Butterflies
I can’t be the only girl
Who thinks it’s crazy
How we live in an age
Where asking for the “I” in I love you
Is normal?
Because I’m the kind of girl