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 Jul 2019 Jenny
Rhet Toombs
And I watched all night as you bled
Never left the side of your bed
What became of this life I had
Too numb to even feel bad
I wanna see your face tonight
Just to know if these feelings are true
So I cried like you were dead
You never showed up
Never showed up
Yeah I watched you just as you bled
Told me everything that you had read
Thought that I was gone past ten
Wanna go through this song again
 Jan 2019 Jenny
Perry
Garden
 Jan 2019 Jenny
Perry
I will use your tears
to water my mind,
and grow you a poem
Anytime that you cry
 Dec 2018 Jenny
Emily
your outsides are so mesmerising.
i think to myself
as i watch you
stood in the middle of the path,
arms stretched out wide
with eyes shut tightly.
wet hair clung to your forehead,
rosy cheeks scrunched up happily
as long eyelashes kissed the soft skin underneath your eyes.
your coat was too big for you,
you were drowning in it.
similar to how i was drowning in you.
you smiled brightly,
melting the snow
purely with the heat you were radiating.

isn’t it a shame
your insides
don’t match your outsides.
 Dec 2018 Jenny
Samantha Cunha
What may have been
in May
shall not be spoken
of to this day
for clocks tick
eerily slow
& what
shined bright
has
dimmed down
low
 Nov 2018 Jenny
Rhet Toombs
I am searching for red blooms on this fragile ground
And awake every morning accepting the agony
Split
Ruined
Wound down for another agonizing transformation
You are the first
My love continues for you on this dying earth
Situations flooded with dispassion
I hope you will remember me
You said we lay naked
But only for me to study your crystalline arches
And to purge myself from the cruelty of this world
 Nov 2018 Jenny
Rhet Toombs
This midnight witness now crumbles
Fear
A stare that destroys
My scars will remain beautiful through winter
Trespass me
Replace bones with those in the forest
We speak of time
You listen to an images portrayal
This too will haunt you
The chest of this earth is searching for finality
What am I becoming?
 Nov 2018 Jenny
Karisa Brown
Our backs hold stories
Not even the spine
On a book can handle

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