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Ars PoeticaCrinkled and knotted, / Your mind pushes far beyond the last / Fluid dimension of thought.

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Photographer of the YearWe chanced to take the course, and met in photo class / Quickly cognizant of our potential force, we began in photo class. / Soon the laughter beat the silence, and our hugs grew elastic,

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The Song of the MoonWide awake, the restless moon / Shone and sang its bright white ring, / Casting shadows long and purple,

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We WillThrown from the ocean, / stones and grit in our teeth, / scraped stomachs,

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Just meI am not the captain of industry. / I am not the girl next door. / I do not dream of going to outer space.

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The Way Love GrowsLove can hang like icicles / Dripping, growing / With every melting droplet

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If OnlyI’m haunted by the flashes of a life unbeknown. Stalked by the peremptory hold over me, it lurks behind each thought, every fear, all my smiles. It follows me down the path, through my classes, and curls up inside me each night in my bed. Lived and unlived. The experiences transcend upon me stronger than my own, more dangerous. The smell lingers in empty space, forgotten details of a life nearly remembered, all too familiar. A cold white heat, feeding on energy not hers to burn. She leeches onto nostalgia and fantasy, making me sicker and more delirious. She has taken me, and my life is hers. My only respite, and her only gift, is to glance on those trivial elements through a crystal ball, letting me feel my life anew.

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