chalk

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The summer seventh, with hopscotch lines scratched into the sidewalks, with sweet lime candies, with screeching swings. You were sunlight and beach sand, pastels and strength. The summer twelfth, with pencil scrawls in… Continue reading

what if this storm ends?

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all my infinite rolls of endless, extravagant poetry imploded into hollow verses when i met you. effortless lines of imagined emotions collapsed into deafening white noise when you touched the base of my… Continue reading

an ocean of sorrow in you

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My truth is nothing but empty cans, crushed and disposed, yet fastened onto a string that I pull behind me, clamoring at every step I take ahead, resounding their presence every time I… Continue reading