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Loves
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The Ocean
I’m at the ocean again,
and I feel at home again.
The salt breeze always reminds me of seaweed,
green string stitched into blue silk,
brown tangles piled on the rocks' edge.
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Media Effect
Sometimes I don’t understand why
We all try so hard
To be something we are not
So much so
That
Everyone
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Behind the Perfect Imperfections
Behind the walls,
behind the fences.
Behind the perfect,
the imperfections.
Swallow my pride,
I am not
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The Little Boy
The leaves have fallen.
They are changing.
It's almost that time of year again.
Over there, a little boy
sits alone,
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Ourselves
We are running from
Ourselves
Because we have built
Ourselves
As a single entity
Connected by invisible strings
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Climate change
The feeling of the warm breeze
As the trees begin to die
And the red bleeds into the sky
As the icebergs melt and cry
The skies that were blue