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Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
10pm
knocked off the nightstand,
tonight it rains
cold coffee.
Fourteen of us wrote life and each a singular way of looking at a mug. I was number three. I don't want to risk speaking for all and posting the whole poem without consent
She uses stardust as her lipstick to make me fall in love with her everyday,
but i use gun powder to push her away.
 Nov 2018 Rachel Ueda
noa
i still miss you. i never stopped missing you. but i'll be okay.
 May 2018 Rachel Ueda
Sudeshna D
​Is this your heart
Or a Polaroid?
Thick white borders hiding
The true picture inside.
"I would rather die of passion than of boredom."
-Vincent Van Gogh
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