cicada-kidd - Hello Poetry

The city is nothing like my town The hole of the population Walks with only themselves Sometimes they have shoulder bags Olive scarves Boat shoes Sometimes they are running There are many people And not one will look at you

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Feb 17, 2016

Feb 17, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC

The Hole

The city is nothing like my town The hole of the population Walks with only themselves Sometimes they have shoulder bags Olive scarves Boat shoes Sometimes they are running There are many people And not one will look at you

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YOU WANT TO BE BIG BUT YOU ARE ALWAYS SAYING "be small be small be small"

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Feb 17, 2016

Feb 17, 2016 at 11:36 PM UTC

be small

YOU WANT TO BE BIG BUT YOU ARE ALWAYS SAYING "be small be small be small"

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There are paper plates with your face on them. Your green windbreaker has made you a legend.

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Feb 17, 2016

Feb 17, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC

k

There are paper plates with your face on them. Your green windbreaker has made you a legend.

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boys want girls who want nothing. it's easy.

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Feb 17, 2016

Feb 17, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC

leephanbryn

boys want girls who want nothing. it's easy.

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The black cricket of doubt spent the day in my bedroom. He fell from my crisp bedding as I shook. I gasped when I saw him. He did not hop. He crawled and haunted. So small a bug yet I made my way around him. I let him have the room.

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Feb 17, 2016

Feb 17, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC

BLACK CRICKET OF DOUBT

The black cricket of doubt spent the day in my bedroom. He fell from my crisp bedding as I shook. I gasped when I saw him. He did not hop. He crawled and haunted. So small a bug yet I made my way around him. I let him have the room.

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