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September (Earth, Wind, and Fire)
There’s this song that I know of,
that speaks to my heart, it speaks to everyone’s hearts
A holy song, played on the 21st night of September
Perhaps to alleviate, perhaps to gift
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The boys with stars on their faces
Someday time will stop
Abruptly at that,
And he’ll come for me
The boy with stars on his face
He lives in my mind, and I find him alive in my dreams
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Her Glass Slipper is Her Freedom
Cinderella fit the shoe
perfect-porcelain white-lotus-petal feet
slipping ever so gently into delicate glass slippers
apparently made just for her
by the handsome prince (he has no name)
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January Loves April
January loves April,
her silken white dress with its icy tint of blue sinking into
April’s lime green skirt, buds and baby leaves rupturing its stitches,
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End of Beginning
It has been a long while now since I walked the circle of white.
My childhood packed up into two Hefty trash bags - tearing at the edges of my fingertips. -
Release
It all started on one sunny June afternoon. School had just gotten out, and finally, I got to go to camp. My mom was in the car waiting for me. She didn't really have to wait that long because I bolted out of the school.