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Moving

I couldn’t stay. Not with every memory of us littering the streets of the city, playing out like the scenes of a movie. The corner store where we’d buy off-brand Oreos and use them as spoons for the pints and pints of ice cream we’d go through in a weekend. The local coffee shop where… Continue reading Moving

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Flames

    We were two flames, dancing in the darkness Under the evening moon of a winter night. With each gasping breath for air, speaking whispers And roaring promises of burning light. Consuming all the brush beneath our heavy feet, We danced a path across the land. Rising higher and higher with each passing wind,… Continue reading Flames

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Fallen

The air was knocked out, Of my lungs, And the scream I made, Was deafening. The chill of the breeze, And ferocity as it comes, Is not what left me, Trembling. But rather the harsh landing, Of the floor, Suddenly, as I fell from, Above. Neither a scrape nor a bruise, Left, but something more:… Continue reading Fallen

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deny

I was your eraser. I helped you forget. You were to be my chaser, Not my first regret.   I tried to be your light. I tried to be enough. You played me like a fiddle, Who’s never played with love.   I was captivated by your spark. I was the moth to flame. Who… Continue reading deny