samantha-cooperWhisper

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beesbees. and bees. and bees. bees bees bees. flee from bees. forced inside. / army of bees, trying to conquer my sandwich. / beautiful weather, but a storm is on its way. desperate housewives sky.
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Feb 4, 2010
biography poemneed bees things just skin want love world warm waiting mirrorimage life hated time like live feelings hoped storm space places feel look sky create
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Sep 1, 2010
cross-country collisionsWe travel cross-city, cross-country, cross-continent. On bikes, on buses, on foot, in cars not driven by either of us. We carry bags of treasure that aren’t touched. Sustained by crushed gold fish and iconically-Canadian ***** of fried dough. Wind in our hair, belongings under x-rays, moving at a crawl through underwater paths, our bodies touch.
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Feb 4, 2010
dreams of turquoise, jade and lavender vacationsi feel like i’m waiting, always just waiting, waiting for something, anything, to happen. / i’m waiting for that time when we can just get into a car and drive and drive and dive into the ocean, our bare skin squishing the seaweed into the pebbles underfoot. / that time when the sky is always blue, so blue it’s purple, and the grass is the greenest and winter is so so far away. far away in time and geography.
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Feb 5, 2010
half empty/half fullit’s always nice when you feel thirsty and you look over at your cup and it is full. / it’s much nicer than when you look over and see an empty cup. / i think this is what they call optimism, but i’m just talking about kool-aid here.
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Feb 5, 2010
hope sickthere once was a lonely, bored girl / who did nothing but dream about the world / things she would be
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Feb 21, 2010
HulloAnyone out there? / Guess I'm an early adopter of the / Internet is not a big truck it's a
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Jun 14, 2018
in my next lifei want to be born a norwegian / and have snow in my heart / and ice in my veins
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Oct 5, 2010
Leaves of FireThe tree with leaves of fire / Stood in the centre of town / Our feet sunk into the muck and mire
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Jun 22, 2018
MarisolMarisol hated doing the dishes. She would stomp the ground and slam the doors. / She hated! / Hated!
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Feb 4, 2010
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