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Grace Jun 2021
money and time
make a nursery rhyme
Grace Jun 2021
A breath so epic and golden and extreme,
lips that whisper like olive branches and shooting stars,
eyes that hold constellations and dreams,
pinkies touching and the silver rope of love's string -
the kind of love I'm yearning for.
Grace Jun 2021
It's sunny outside for the first time in a few days and I'm watching it while I type on my computer. Wasting the day. I'm tired of typing. I'm tired of being tired. I just want to be free.
Grace Jun 2021
lovely is such a good word. maybe my favourite.
Grace Jun 2021
When I first came here I didn't know how to write and I think I still don't know what I'm doing.
Grace Jun 2021
I miss being a little girl,
ignorant and happy and loved.
  Jun 2021 Grace
Carlo C Gomez
~
I hold still,

let him finish stabbing me

                                                 — I count six,

let him believe me dead,

he moves on to Cecelia.

--

It does not go as well for her

as she continues to writhe and scream

and carry on,

not well at all
                                             
               ­                              — I count eight,

                                                                nine,

                                                                ten...

~
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