Today I put up a Missing Person sign,
Hands clutching face by the landline.
Missing: not of
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Today I put up a Missing Person sign,
Hands clutching face by the landline.
Missing: not of
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The day I get my diagnosis,
I do not tell anyone. I drive
and drive down 16 Mile,
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I am fragile
Soft and untouched
Falling without fear into your ocean made of glass
The
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Alyssa's pulses were getting weaker and weaker. A bed near the wall with a magpie painting which Alyssa was lying on. Evans looked at his watch, he realized it had been twenty-six hours since Alyssa's ... [+]
Macy was trying to run through the sweaty, claustrophobic crowd. There were too many people to be spotted or cared about. You could become anyone in this crowd—or no one at all.
There were
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It is the end of what has been, a new exploration of what is,
What it means to be normal, free
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My posture is god awful.
All day I sit and
I stare
with my eyes downcast and
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Someone else's change is in my wallet
The silver Monticello is only a weathered outline
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If he felt anything coming back here
It certainly isn't written on his face
Or that stupid
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shimmering sphere,
so well-rounded,
gleams above.
we watch,
comment on her beauty,
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I wake to the sky so dark and gloom
As the rain trickles down to make Earth bloom
As I sit
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I was perched on a bench outside Burge Residence Hall in an effort to look as pretentious as possible. My old friend Amelia called me as I read a book of poetry with my legs daintily crossed, my coat ... [+]