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little personA Poem by maefingersthe first daydream was his fingersall 5 of themso tiny, curling around one of my owna little personhis father crying softlylife is precious eve.. |
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2:30 pmA Poem by maethe world is so loudbut your love is quietyour love is the little cracks in the pavementor the extra soda left at the bottom of bottlesso while the wo.. |
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autistic puppetA Poem by maewhat it feels like to grow up on the autism spectrum |
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I experienced you.A Poem by maeI experienced you.like the fire from that nightor the glass on the ground.you enveloped me.I took in every part of youuntil there was nothing left of .. |
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the color redA Poem by maered.it was all red.like a well known pageor a tilted stageit was all red.and they'd try to write sonnets with itnotes glistening scarlet songbut no ma.. |
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the eyes of societyA Poem by maei spend hours and days trying to come up with words that i no longer possess and a heart that no longer beats for what reason other than some c.. |
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12:41 pmA Poem by maebut how will I know I'm aliveif my blood isn't leaking from my fingertipsdown unto my twisted and turned bodyand staining the skin below |
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