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Aspen Nov 2020
Time in class
moves like molten glass
Slowly moving across the hour and a half
I'm pushing through
when it hits the cold water of attempted concentration
I harden
shatter
quicker then I can expect
faster than I can stop
reheating the shards of broken glass
stings my palms
watching the red spread across my
shaky fidgeting hands
only makes me more desperate
to stay submerged and whole at the same time
Aspen Nov 2020
lights and lighters so bright I'm going blind
you've blinded me  
But I'm beginning to get tired of stumbling around in the dark
I used to use your voice to escort me
But the room ignited  
And you had to leave
To sort it out and save the people you love
And now I'm waiting for you
burned
In the ashes
in the dark
In the house, we tried to build together
I wish the light was gone
So it can't remind me of you
Please rebuild
With someone else
my first poem on here!

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