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 Jan 2019 Mila P
Apro
Why.
 Jan 2019 Mila P
Apro
Why do I feel this way?
Why can’t you just get out of my head?
Why can’t I stop thinking?
Why do I still miss you?
Why can’t I do anything?
Why can’t I just live a good life?
Why can’t I find anyone?
Why does no one care about me?
Why does my life matter?
Why did You do what you did?
Why did I do nothing about it?
Why do I suffer?
Why did I just let you walk away?
Why can I still remember that day?
Why can’t I be happy?
Why can’t I be loved?
Why Do I Have To Keep On Living?
 Jan 2019 Mila P
Michael Edwards
A
 Jan 2019 Mila P
Michael Edwards
***
A grating key,
a yielding lock
a ticking clock.

A grating key,
a pensive look
a yielding lock
a proffered hand
a ticking clock
a smile of glee.

A pensive look
a proffered hand
a smile of glee.
Do do Do do do do
Dad is now a little girl
Come on baby come on
Dad is now a little girl
Oh yeah oh yeah
Just turned 4 oh yeah mate
Da da da da da da
Dad is now a little girl
Come on baby come on
Dad is now a little girl
Named betty named Betty
She loves life like dad
And the reason why dad died is
He gets to come back to life
As a little girl
Da da da da da da
Dad is a little girl
Just a tiny little warrior
Dad is a now a little girl
Come on come on
Get down and party mate
As dad is being a little girl
You see she has 2 brothers
One is his little twin
Yes mate my dad
Is a little girl
Named betty named betty
My dad is now a girl
She is 4 mate ready to party dude
Yes she probably runs her parents rugged
Dad is now he is now
Just a little girl
 Jan 2019 Mila P
Sophie Mariff
if you’d told me to cross oceans for you
i will

but promise, promise
that you’ll come back for me
and you’ll meet me halfway
 Jan 2019 Mila P
Michael John
iii

weakness
loch ness
gone west

are there
aliens
in

our midst
we
monkeys

with
typewriters
wish

were
we
fish

strength
h­eight
width

breath
in
out

time
space
birds

words
why
bother
 Jan 2019 Mila P
josie
fitting
 Jan 2019 Mila P
josie
your name
rolls off
the tip of my tongue
so easily
I think
I was born to say it
over and over and over
 Jan 2019 Mila P
Lauren Johnson
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
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