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Abandoned Inbox

Is it hopeless?

To send my emotions through a wire, unsure of their destination?

Long ago, you said "share your feelings, and they will be seen,"

but now my emotions lay bare, sprawled out on the floor of a diary

I never had the key to.

Perhaps you've lost the key, too.

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As The River Overflowed

I’m the lily atop the hill above unending grassy meadows

And all I can do is sit and watch the river overflow

The rose, the daisy, and lavender buds lay beside me on that hill

Their wilting from wilting of spirit alone

They felt the fields, heard their cries as the grass was submerged in crystalline waves

As the land became one with the bed of the river

All they could do was sit and watch the river overflow

But I, the lily, atop the hill, felt nothing for the fields

Those quiet fields, now one with the rush

the rushing of the river

For I, the lily, was nothing without the flowers atop the hill

All I could do was sit and watch as the river overflowed

As their hope ran dry and the waves rolled high

the river overflowed

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Do I have to explain?

Do I have to explain?

It seems self-explanatory.

To me, of course, but not to all

Only some of us are me

To those who aren't do I have to explain

or do I let them leave without me?

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Firefly

a bug,

a bother,

a meandering thought.

Squashed even before I entertain its existence.

At night, though, I see it—

A light.

A reality.

An ember to save and nourish.

Yet the sun will rise and the moon will fall, creating

a bug once again.

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Milky-Way

There's a half-eaten Milky-Way on my desk

The wrapper was peeled meticulously as to not make a sound,

leaving it neatly torn open halfway

Even in my care, I can feel the turning of heads

neatly torn from their focus,

halfway.

and so it sits unfinished, waiting,

calling for me try one more time but if I open the rest of the wrapper I will surely open the rest of their eyes

So I don't

When will I let my universe open up any more than halfway?

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11

I know you in your words

A moniker on their own

Your name an invisible signature,

seen only through letters you've sewn.

I wonder if you know my name sometimes

if you spy it in commas and simile

Or if you find a hint left behind,

from my fear of ambiguity.

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