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#30day
daffodils are one of my favorite things they spring up from the earth often unannounced in places you never knew they were empty lots, parks, and such they arrive reach for the sun like an old friend follow the light from sun up to set brighten the day of passersby if only for a short time soon they’ll hide buried in the ground don’t fret they'll always be back in March
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 1:37 AM UTC
8/30
places to fall in love: a café, while sipping on their charm at a museum, where they're still the masterpiece an arcade, as you let them win your heart on a rollercoaster, where there's nothing like that rush in a theater, while holding their hand tight on a paddle boat, where teamwork is key a garden, add water and watch love take root a bookstore, as your fingertips brush their spine on the bay, with ocean mist kisses in their arms, the safest place
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 7:40 PM UTC
7/30
if everyone could see inside your head what embarrassing things would they find? a school kid prank where your pants fell below your waist or that time your card was declined when you mispronounced organism in class or choking on communion at church mine would be that I still love my mom despite everything
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
6/30
there’s a few things I carry despite not having a need tiny things hidden in my pack but they don’t bother me a fossilized shark tooth is my favorite given to me by a child next is four different lipsticks all roughly the same shade a rock shaped like a triangle I found on the bay two pairs of gloves one brown, one black a limited edition Dum-dum pop picked up from my bank a button from my jacket I still need to fix three pens one black, two blue still the most useless thing I carry is my love for you
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Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
5/30
falling over roots of past love bumps permanently in route covered by lichen hidden nearly completely by time run safely dance lightly for the roots are always underfoot emerging even in the clearest of meadows where brooks babble fauna flock flowers grow freely a refuge from roots even in this refuge roots start to emerge they see the brook with thirsty eyes they long for one long sip be careful for when they spring up fauna will panicked flowers will refuse to bloom dismantling your safe place wanting to consume don’t stand idle for the roots will wrap you up reclaim you as their own leech water from your brook safety is a desert dark, dry, and dull no brooks no flowers no fauna no place for you at all
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
1/30