Cap of the marker I was just using
Now it will dry up and shrivel
Instead of bleeding through my pages.
Our desert (haiku)
I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones. Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...
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I had something that I couldn't tell, a hope, a truth, and a lie as well. I rolled them all together with a postage stamp and mailed ... -
Going up to the counter at the store and being oh so small evermore. The laughter contorts my face all over and under the place A fort- ... -
i ball my hand into a fist and my knuckles hurt from the punching bag but i know i won't strike first i know that anger makes me ...