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laura Sep 6

told her I care, under the lemon tree
she don't care, yeah, she don't
that I do, and that's that

lemondrop, toyredcar, khakiskirt
reach up on the branch and twist
a little to the right and the fruit yields

she don't care
laura Aug 21

why do you tease me so
querulous and catty and quirky
the many faces you have
delights so svelte, online media
you write almost tangible
and your beautiful braid-dangles

stupid thoughts, bad cup
pollen from the dandelions
breeze by, heron umbrella
of Autumn's shadow--
the ghosts of never again haunt here
despite you sweetening
the edible tangles
laura Aug 19

finally seeing a balance
in my bank account
smoking under the last
hours of the sun's reign
feel like i fell out of love
like i'm losing a part of myself
like my mom or dad died
she said boys like me
are bad ones
now that we're deeper into July
she said boys like me
make her go sad
eventually
laura Jul 31
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haven't been so foolish in a minute
maybe it's something that you did
the beautiful and blurriness blossoms
against your frosted window
as I stand at your porch
watching you get up from your chair
reminds me of home a little bit
when i return too late
and get in trouble
laura Jul 19
ok
so i started another profile since this one is borked. like, can't put poems in the poem box. so, the new one is called laura 2. lol i'm original.

I'm probably done with this profile until someone fixes it. which they haven't responded to my inbox messages so i don't think they will. oh well, life moves on.
laura Jul 18
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Forgotten notes are far sweeter
to the remembering measure
the delectable silence to meditate in
flowing between the years of leisure

cha-cha-cha, scatter and sway the sounds
of a sunday road slowly stealing desire
danço a hula huki e o cha-cha-cha~
hair flows in the cleave of sweet auric air
laura Jul 13
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ye, changing sparks of color
- the sea is stained like your eyes
tears, of sunset, of desire, of gold
i'm coming to terms good things
fall apart, past days echo
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