Anyone else look up at the political stage and see all these polibitchins talk out in the open
And wonder

Hmm
What the heck are they saying behind
The closed doors?
Guessing it doesn't match their stage talk

I woke up
Got ready as usual
Found eighty dollars
Kissed my little brother
and hugged my dog
slipped on my socks
and slid on my shoes
walked to my bus
In the warm morning air
To my surprise
My best friend Lily was there too
And I thought nothing of it
We chattered like normal girls
And giggled a little
I got on the bus
she stayed behind
The buss driver was different
But that was no matter
I silently took my seat
And then my alarm went off
It was all a dream!

How selfless of us to call it sunset,


when the sun does not move.


How strange of us to call it riverbed,


*when rivers do not sleep.

i've gone to war with my own skin.
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i'm sorry i never bloomed. leave all the things i wish i was on top of here.
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i never grew wings.
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you will not find me here.
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i never could find myself.
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my bed might still smell like me.
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please, whatever you do, burn that notebook.
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i wanted someone to read it.
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i never had a someone.
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my heart lies over the delmarva.