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 Mar 2016 Weasel
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Für Elise
 Mar 2016 Weasel
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She wears the sea
in her eyes
and dances with the sand
beneath her feet

I would swear I could hear
the sun playing on the ivory
keys of her smile

and at night when the wind
is right across the sound

she runs her fingers
through my waves
and lingers while she plays

Für Elise on a black piano.
 Mar 2016 Weasel
Jingjing
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 Mar 2016 Weasel
Jingjing
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teach me how to love,
and to be loved.
so that i will know the meaning
of what is everything
 Mar 2016 Weasel
Chloe Zafonte
They say that the past is in the past, what they say is true but it never exactly fades for you. You don't do what you want when the voice of the person who brought you down lingers in your brain, as you still hear the angry footsteps stomping up the stairs even when you know they're no longer there. That rechid angry face still lingers your mind, you expect a harsh word or strike from anyone so kind, you learn to rely on yourself, you know that no one will show compassion, believe you or lift a finger to help. You close yourself off from the world feeling rejected by society, you were told that you were worthless
It hurts just as worse when they cut your skin while shirtless. Try and make your life at ease, grow older, step out of your comfort zone because you're the one to please.
 Feb 2016 Weasel
Chloe Zafonte
I scream internally and laugh out loud
Welcome  to  my  life  you must be  so proud
 Feb 2016 Weasel
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Red sweater
 Feb 2016 Weasel
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I took a broom to seven generations
of moths in the spare bedroom closet
when I saw the red wool sweater in a box
with crossed white cloth baseball bats
sewn on the back and a # 1 patch smack
dab on the heart; the window to my past
shattered like glass on a long ago Saturday.
For Noah.
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