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where the streetlights become stars and fireflies ignite the night

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There was a chill in the air and I wrapped the blankets closer around me. Winter was marching in quickly and I wasn't totally sure I was ready for it yet.I enjoyed the fall colours so much this year. Hearing... Continue Reading →

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Dropping the Ball

I dropped the ballIt bouncedAnd rolled awayMissed opportunity I could go chase itBut it was already out of sightClearly it wasn't meant for me I console myself from my mistakeThe shoulds startI try to block them outThe ball is goneI... Continue Reading →

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Umbrella Sunshine

We used our umbrellas, even though we didn't really need themIt was a sunny day, and while some use them to shield themselves from vitamin dWe dancedWe twirled our pastel coloursThe bright ones and ones filled with patterns We used... Continue Reading →

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The Last Time

The lovers met for the last timeThey knew he would ship out in the morning And neither knew which direction their lives would take from thereThey said the standard, "we'll write each other every day"And "I'll be here waiting when... Continue Reading →

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Her Pink World

Everywhere she looked was pink. This wasn't what she had in mind.She quickly realized somehow she ended up in a giant bubble gum bubbleFloating through the airShe didn't dare breatheFor she didn't know what was keeping her afloatOr where she... Continue Reading →

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Picnic Bugs

It was a day for picnics but we hated bugsThey always seemed to infiltrate our picnic and ruin it for everyone So we definitely weren't having a picnicOn this day for picnicsWe packed standard picnic fareInto a cooler bagRefusing to... Continue Reading →

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Not Even With Roses

Not even 10 dozen roses could win her back. Maybe if he'd splurged for 11, but it was so close to valentine's day, and the prices were so inflated alreadyReally, if she needed that many roses, she wasn't for him... Continue Reading →

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Walls

I break down the walls, starting to find hopeTo come out of the writing coma to create againThose walls serve no good purpose, but the other ones...The walls around my heart are growing hard and highToo much of everything Not... Continue Reading →

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The Weight of My Pen

As I picked up my pen it fell heavyToo long not doing something The muscles atrophySo one word at a time I get it down Word choice matters But in freefall it just comes outFrom deep in my heartThe words... Continue Reading →

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