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Zolrith
When I looked at you I saw-
decades of pain and sorrowI tried to hold you close
but you pushed me awayI dreamed and yearned for you
to find your peaceBut it wasn't til he called you back
to that horrid place -
Winter Welcome
Hello winter
dancing snowflakes, bristling wind
Hello winterhold me safe in your embrace
beside the fireplace
melt away the frigid day -
winter coming
winter's coming on fast —
better chop enough wood.pluck the last fruits of the harvest —
then say goodnight to the garden,
resting under a blanket of leaves and love. -
Goodbye Whisper
In the vet's office.
My bunny, sedated.
They are coming soon with the second shot.She had a good life. I hope she finds peace.
I'm going to miss her so much.
I love you, Whisper. I'm sorry. -
in the "olden times"
Do you think people 100 years ago, in rural Vermont, looked up at the sky, at the milky way, the moon and all the stars? Do you think they marveled at them, and taught their children the constellations?
Loves
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Why I hate school :)
I have this teacher...
This teacher is rude and sexist
They get mad if you don't know the answer to something that they haven't explained yet...
They never get mad at certain students, they have favorites...
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Winter Welcome
Hello winter
dancing snowflakes, bristling wind
Hello winterhold me safe in your embrace
beside the fireplace
melt away the frigid day -
at home on a winter's night
The thick night cloaks everything and the snow follows suit
a delicate dance, welcome
after two years of rainy Decembers.
My room is cold even though
the heat is blasting, so I sit
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If Autumn Were a Person
Wisps of long brown hair
escaping a orange knit hat
Honey brown eyes
Surrounded by black-rimmed glasses
Heart-shaped lips
Lightly covered in lip gloss
Cream sweater
Under a green puffy jacket
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A Letter for Everyone on YWP – One Last Time
Dear YWP,
The first time I wrote you a letter I was 13.
The second, 15.
I'm 18 now; how time flies, my lovely people.
And this is the last letter.
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Love is a Food?
Maybe,
like steak,
it needs to marinate.
Maybe,
like soup,
it needs to simmer.
Or, maybe,