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 Mar 2016 Weasel
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Motherload
 Mar 2016 Weasel
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She is an atlas
her eyes deepest
and darkest Africa

Unfolded I hold her
tracing the source
of her diamonds and gold

In search of the motherload.
 Mar 2016 Weasel
Chloe Zafonte
There will always be someone more beautiful, smarter, funnier and more liked.There will always be winners and losers but in the end you have to learn to love yourself because the world isn't going to change because you feel worthless.
Soon in the future we'll be forced to appreciate everyone even when they ****. All because they blame the world for how they are themselves and no one knows how to congratulate each other instead of being envious and whiny.
 Mar 2016 Weasel
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Driftwood
 Mar 2016 Weasel
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I gathered all
  the driftwood
of my love
  and built a fire
at high tide
  watching the ocean
rise from the smoke
  in so many eyes.
 Mar 2016 Weasel
Chloe Zafonte
Nothing is perfect
The sun won't always shine
Not every poem will rhyme
You won't turn water into wine
But it will all make sense at the right time
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