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fav season

Summer, it’s mostly sunny and the plants are in full growth, and I’m the happiest during this time

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Photographic memory

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For my love

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Ever Bright Times

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Hey everyone it’s been a million years since I posted aka like most of 2024 but it’s a new year and in the spirit of the new year here is a new poem✨Thought I would whip up something fresh so here you go! Wishing everyone a happy new year I hope it’s as shimmering as the amount of times I say it in my poem lol✨✨✨

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Midnight thoughts

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Overdue

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New year new poems, may this year bring me meaningful days and writing not written from ache, though I seriously doubt that lol.

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Open-book

You opend the book and thought I was an easy read

yet now all you do is re-read the cliff-hanger

each time the meaning more and more obscure

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Background noise

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For those things that never seem to fade with time...

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My dear, you already know which poems are about you

- James Andrew Crosby

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last supper.

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This is a poem that's been in the drafts for a whiiilleee. I wrote it at a time when I was feeling intense emotions and left it half finished. And every time I'd come back to it, it felt wrong to finish a poem built on emotions I didn't feel as intensely anymore. I didn't know how to capture that feeling of desperation, ache, and anxiousness I felt while writing this. I did my best to finish it on a note that felt satisfying enough where my old self would find it a adequate conclusion, though I know it would definitely would've been longer if my self at that time finished it, and probably more intense. But I hope you all enjoy it or find something you relate to in it.

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Sweet revenge

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If I put glass in my mouth will it taste like rock candy?

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Sincere in the name of dishonesty

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Those starved wolves

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Inspired by a certain someone in both me and my friend's life.

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Epilogue 2

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This is a continuation of a poem I wrote some months ago that was unamed, but later called "sometimes i remember." Though if I had to go back and re-name it, I'd give it the name: Epilogue.

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The road home

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Wrote this on the same day I wrote "The back door to the kitchen." Both have special meanings to me on walking away from something that isn't good for you yet still feeling conflicted on your decision. I hope every closed door in your life leads to open windows and new paths because life is too short to stay in the same room forever🩷

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It's funny

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