I am made of bullets; shrapnel You are solar flares and soft smiles- better creatures could love you, I know,

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You think you can define me, That I’m a tick in just one box, Like my being is a door,

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I have never been anybody’s person. I am the designated afterthought And the other option. I can’t really complain because

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You dipped your toes into the darkness, As if to test if it was cold, And I knew then when

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I am a writer. The characters I create aren’t me. They are a part of me. They are a part

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So tell me Where did the blood on your palms come from? Self divination or Sacrifice?

It was too late when the humans came. They were a young species, still exploring outwards, vital, and thriving. We…were

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In her eyes I see sadness Yet her face remains Daringly set In a calm, heroic grief.

I cannot remember his laugh. I try to imagine it: Light but husky As an old man would, His eyes

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They are flying fish. One who wants to soar. A fish that doesn’t always want to live in the ocean.

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