Poetry
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Bruised
years and years have passed since the days of tummy butterflies and the embarrassed pink of cheeks carefree giggles and…
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Moon Butterfly
Late, all those bloodied rabbits crushing the butterfly’s wings. Hurtful curses and words of bliss: Why? Aren’t the Gods…
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White Snake
The white snake encounters a scholar in a vibrant field. A sea of red engulfing his path. Petals of roses, …
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A Friend Or A Fire?
I miss that time Spent without care When we were strangers And nothing more He meant nothing No friend,…
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Of Water
Underwater Amidst the school grounds beneath dim twilight lamps, I walked with my friends under the radiance of a door ajar. While they…
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you.
you who had begun running much too fast much too early head down against the wind that so desperately wanted…
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Said yes. The time will pass anyways.
The wavering of our small sun, glazed orange through glass Blushing mandarin-watery, when I came out to greet it The…
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Soft Gold
Red: draped ‘round my neck. The tenderness, the itchiness. Beneath the midnight canvas whispered secrets; promises glimmered like celestial constellations.…
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