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 Aug 2015 glassea
Lottie
Hope.
 Aug 2015 glassea
Lottie
I think, maybe
The world gets easier.
Someday.
 Aug 2015 glassea
Lottie
I cannot actually explain
What I feel, when I feel it
So you will never know
How close I come to
Hating myself for
Loving you.
*this poem changed so much*
 Aug 2015 glassea
Kat
Isn’t physically quick or agile.

Disappears in libraries.

Has been known to dissolve into the physical pages of books.

Is good at tucking herself into the stacks and retreating to reading nooks.

Blends in at coffee shops where her voice can be drowned out by the grinding and the steaming.

Can become indistinguishable in the dark of theatres, in the quiet shuffle of art galleries, the finger-snapping of poetry readings, the hum and jostle of the Tube.

Is indistinct. Adept at hiding in plain sight.
 Aug 2015 glassea
M
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 Aug 2015 glassea
M
it is of utmost importance
to not be afraid of yourself.
the sea sings of
all my sadness,
i hear it in the waves that
beat relentlessly,
in the sky that dreams of softness,
in the sands that stretch like golden tides.
where the moon
is longing,
the tide is relentlessness
and love is
my jealousy of you.
 Aug 2015 glassea
Mike Gullickson
I dig a hole in myself
and fill it with words
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