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Like gulls at the beach
They squawk, loud and relentless,
Until the bell rings.
But in two days they'll return,
In search of more salty chips.
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There’s a tenderness in her
Hands; she’s done this before,
Many times, in fact.
Soft and delicate, her ..
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Fall.
* * *
Strong willed to a fault,
The last sugar maple leaf sits,
Confined by its stalk,
To its branch.
In truth ..
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Sneaker fiends,
Shine and gleam. Get yours.
'Hoooruh!
Hooo-Ruh!!!'
'Uh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
Siren blasts (something blasts):
Game time.
'We ..
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In the silence of the night
Fear pours from my
Capillaries,
Like sand playing chasey in an hourglass.
Trapped inside my head
I mine my thoughts,..
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You've seen it coming, [foreboding] dreamtfeared it. [phobic]Woken up in the piercing night wondering if you'd already experienc..
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bro/ken.
the system;
what system?
Mouths
open,
‘ . . . ’
yet their
harrowing screams of p..
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Ring, ring.
The bells blast, but no one hears them.
Skool's out.
The yearn to learn a chapter in an untouched textbook,
collecting dust;
arch..
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the PuLsAtInG is mesmerising.
flowingviolently,
powerfully,
from fingertip to temple,
visiting every responsive post.
r ..
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One for destiny, I am.I was.I believed it wholeheartedlyuntil I didn't...Worn, emotionally, I was.Scarred and blistered.Frail even,or so I thought.I h..
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