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I am ten crows, twenty-three starlings,
one tree, a world of racket, every dusk that ever was.

I am a holy heart four angels defend,
other times I am nothing but flesh and fingertips.

There are four seasons, three necessities,
two sides to the moon.

The window has eight panes;
I am in them all.
This is a "flash 55' a poem in exactly 55 words. All the numbers in the poem add up to 55 as well, though that is not a requirement.
#55
Friends and family.
The key to open the lock,
you've put on yourself.
 Jul 12 heidi
Unpolished Ink
I'm just a bit peckish
and ready for a skirmish,
said the early bird
who was feeling wormish!
 Jul 2 heidi
eliana
If I could catch a rainbow,
I'd do so just for you
So you could share its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue.

If I could, I'd buy an island
You could call it your very own,
A place to find serenity,
Where you could be alone.

If I could take your troubles
I'd throw them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me.

'Cause I can't buy an island
Nor catch a rainbow fair,
So I'll just do what I do best:
Be someone who's always there.
i havent had any motivation or energy to write but i pulled myself together to write this one for lyle. i have read your recent poems and i wanna try to cheer you up. You have been there for me and I wanna be there for you.
 Jul 2 heidi
Nolan Bucsis
You're awfully emotional
Today.
With your inconsistent
Iterations
Of self.

While I forget
you're here-

Staring off into nothing
I see in the wall.

Empty.

Cushioning myself
From every
Intrusive emotion
With numbing.
 Jul 2 heidi
Lynn Stillman
The clock is upset
Hands wringing, face distraught
Second hand feelings.
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