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  Jun 2020 JaxSpade
Elizabeth Squires
as morn progressed along
heavy brows of clouds gathered
in the dull lit skies above
they blocked sun rays
  Jun 2020 JaxSpade
The Untold
I have no words to write
     Just tears to cry
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Sadness
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I have been alone
      I forgot what it feels like to be around people.
26/5. Pain.
JaxSpade Jun 2020
There is ghost in my head
Shrieking
And he sees everything I'm thinking
He called me perverse

I said sorry
But I'm single

He called me a thief
And said I'm a cheat
For taking more than I could eat
At the buffet

There is a ghost in my head
Complaining about if
I'm doing the right thing

He called me a liar
Because I told the Police officer
I didn't know my tags were expired
He said I was guilty

Give me a break
I may make a few mistakes
But maybe I eat alot at the buffet
Because I'm hungry

Maybe I'm perverse because I'm *****

Maybe I lie to the Police officers
Because I don't want a ticket

I guess I'm crazy
Because there is a ghost inside
My head telling me I'm insane

And I
Think I
           Just might
                   Agree
  Jun 2020 JaxSpade
Perry
Rain on a flower
Rain on me
The sky has a plan
Tomorrow you will see
The sun shine again
In light of today's dream
  Jun 2020 JaxSpade
Kelsey Banerjee
sleep tastes
like milk tea and cinnamon,
wind-cooled
for maybe fifteen minutes
drowning in sugar
so that your tongue is sweet and numb.

I used to wonder
why you slept so long
plaid covers up to your nose
pillow imprinted
with your crown.

now I know
that dawn often tastes bitter
and the remains of the day
sticky like pomegranate rot
when dusk arrives
like a cool drink in summer
I can finally slake
this thirst for something different.
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