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Stretch marks on your heart//
(i) you have seventeen dead roses in your house. Seventeen. You continue to water seventeen dead roses, day after day, every day....
Unneeded Semicolons;
(i) sometimes, I believe that it rains only for you. you feel like the last song before the night ends, and I, a burnt out cigarett...
things she probably doesn’t want to hear you say
(i) I like your hair down, they remind me of the smell of the cigarettes I quit, intoxicate me in whispers, and say all that you don’t....
Voice Notes to a Stranger
voice notes to a stranger (i) hey, I’m sorry about the fight last night, I spent the entire night awake thinking of 27 diffe...
My happy poem
(i) there is too much music and too little time. (ii) I wish I knew where I was going with this. (iii) I started painting again ...
two ends of an incomplete heartbeat
nothing will ever compare how beautiful it feels to believe in sunflowers and sunsets again. you draw your curtains in the morning and sket...
Half a newspaper
Amaira decides to breathe a little more on Sundays. Abbu stays home a little longer. There is tea for breakfast and half a newspaper, stori...
Watering dead Orchids
(i) Every morning, I refresh the water in my flower vase that has dead orchids in it. The petals have fallen out, the stem’s been too ...
I'm sorry you've forgotten how to dance
You learn to make peace with the way the wind blows your hair across your face and your hands tremble as you push them aside. You drink ...
eleven puffs of a cigarette
the sixty something year old uncle takes exactly eleven puffs of his cigarette as he sits and inhales the sunset at IHC. His shadow rests a...
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