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 May 2015 Cristina Dean
Chris
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I don't write
poetry,
I write little pieces
of my heart,
hoping
they will
*touch yours
 May 2015 Cristina Dean
NV
within a prison-like classroom.
i learnt the writer used
"i "
to express his or her's feeling of unimportance.


i promise you.
i've been texting my i's in lowercase letters ever since.
 May 2015 Cristina Dean
K M
I am looking at this plastic table cloth with longing
It's reminding me of the surface of the ocean
in the moonlight
obviously it's summertime in my thoughts
and the sand is cold
my feet are hot
I'm going to go run into the surf
the sea is so black and sparkling
I am solitary
and so is it
and we are solitary together at the same time
so we are one
and each other's companion for the night
Ocean
I like to watch you even at a distance from the lifeguard's chair
and behold your magic
And our relationship is passionate and enduring
and you will keep me forever
rocking my distraught mind
just like a ship
on a wave
you are making me feel all
lazy and hazy
I think I love you
I think
we belong together
all by ourselves in the presence of one another
Because we are alike
Because you're so blue in the day
and so black at night
 May 2015 Cristina Dean
NV
girl, all drenched in bathroom floors, 3 o'clock in the morning and mascara stained face, smelling of liquor bottles and boys who will never remember her name.

boy, all drenched in bed sheet linen, 3 o'clock in the afternoon and lipstick stained t-shirt, smelling of air from empty pockets and girls who will never forget his name.
 May 2015 Cristina Dean
ladylee
In a world where authenticity is strange, the revered are simply in tune with their individuality and the rest follow.
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