Quinn Sunday
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Kitchen FloorA Poem by Quinn SundayCool tiles press into my spineThe ceiling offers condolencesWishing well to me and mineAnd somehow through my blurry eyesI smile, knowing I'll be fine.. |
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BurnA Poem by Quinn SundayRead at a steady, even pace, like a drumbeat. |
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A Moment of RaptureA Poem by Quinn SundayAlthough autism comes with many difficulties, I wanted to display it in a positive light. This poem describes one happy moment in the life of an autis.. |
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From the SoulA Poem by Quinn SundayWhat art means to me. |
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Quinn, definedA Poem by Quinn SundayWho I am, in one sentence. |
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Davy's GripA Story by Quinn SundayA surprise ending to a sunny day at sea. 100 words |
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Red VioletA Story by Quinn SundayApril's close relationship with her mother helps her to cope with disturbing dreams at night, but is there something the nightmares are trying to tell.. |
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Drift in the DarkA Story by Quinn SundayThis is based on a recurring dream I had as a child. It illustrates my anxiety related to school/personal interactions, as well of my fears of the dar.. |
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Let Lovers LoveA Poem by Quinn SundayThis came to me after my daughter told me she'd learned about alliteration in school. She and I spent some time coming up with a few silly ones, and I.. |
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AwakeningA Poem by Quinn SundayThis poem was inspired by how I felt one morning, on a day of particularly dull and gloomy weather. |
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