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 Mar 2019 Paige Error
Devon Lane
Stop breaking other’s hearts.

One day, there won’t be any left to break
but your own.
 Mar 2019 Paige Error
Cora
you should appreciate your little victories
i do

for example today,
i conquered my telephone-phobia

if only you could see
my hands
valiantly reaching
to
call
off
that
dentist
appointment
 Mar 2019 Paige Error
anna
when i type Major in google
it offers major tom or
major depressive disorder as hints
and they really are the same answer
if the question is space oddity

my father used to tell me the problem
are we alone in the universe
is solved by dialectic materialism
if mind is a matter
there's really can be only one mind
it does explain my brain
that's the size of a planet
but still leaves me at odds
with the feeling
of cosmic loneliness
 Mar 2019 Paige Error
Thorns
Oof
 Jan 2019 Paige Error
Grace E
Her hands were bohemian.

Guitar string calloused finger tips,

Colorful paints speckled her skin.
Fragrent reds, gypsy yellows and healing greens.

Dense plant soil beneath her nails.

Her hands created,
Her hands cooked,
Her hands served,
And toiled.

Her hands were bohemian.
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no one cares
til someone pulls the trigger
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