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The Transience of Time, Love, and a Bowl Full of CherriesLife for me has been no crystal stair. / No steps of marble, granite or gold lay apt for my ascension. / No—I have climbed through thickets and thorns.
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Jul 12, 2011
SilenceI am so hungry—though I will not eat. / I am so tired—though I will not sleep. / And to think just moments ago
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May 13, 2011
You and II haven’t seen You / since the second grade / when I changed my name.
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May 13, 2011
ViolinSo many days now, / hush, / I hardly remember.
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May 13, 2011
VillinelleThat is the pain that I have been numbing / The night I shared nestled beneath the sheets / How I wonder who I am becoming—
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May 13, 2011
Regular Conception of the InfiniteThere are some days, that when I look at my life / The days that have drifted by, piling up without care, / It seems as though I am still new to this world.
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May 13, 2011
SeperationI imagine myself, one of them, some of them. / I break down the shield that keeps me / in the shallow water.
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May 13, 2011
Loose But Not ForgottenThat day, stop lights flashed, the light show of the night. / Tires squealed in the distance. / Horns and screams: the chirping of city birds.
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May 13, 2011
Jeremythese hot Florida days─ / drenched in sweat. / mosquitos buzzing away
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May 13, 2011
November 27Today is the first day of my life. / I will grow. I will be steady. / There will be days when I stand in the rain, let it soak me to my skin.
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May 13, 2011
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