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Imagination of the Yellow Room
My hand lingers on the door frame, atoms of space between my fingertips and the shiny wood. My eyes skim the room from side to side, window to window. It’s small but it feels big at the same time.
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Our Road
Life is a road
According to a lot of people.
But they like to talk about things like
The forks in the road (our decisions)
Or
Loves
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Poem 260
I saw you today
For the first time in months
It feels like I haven’t seen you in ages
I used to hope
We stayed apart
Never faltering too close to one another
But as I look into your eyes
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THE GIRL
A girl and her friend were sitting at their table during lunch...
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Cowgirl’s Glitter
Blaring alarm at 5 AM.
Jumps out of bed to work
The dirty work left to her
Hauling hay before school.
Changes into a little black dress.
Eyeliner to cover her exhaustion
A pretty little teacup
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