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  On This Cold Tuesday

  

  By Luna557, Wheaton, IL

  I went into the city today With friends. It was cold and little flurries of snow chilled us. We went to the art museum Today, with friends. And we puzzled over the images of deep space. There is no light in deep space today Or any other day. And so all the pictures look alike (b...
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  Dear C,

  

  By Luna557, Wheaton, IL

  Oh, silly boy with those Too blue eyes and Condescending smirk It’s not my fault - You’re kind of a jerk But I won’t say so aloud because I have tact And friends, which you lack Driven them away I expect And if you were not Expecting this, boy You were a fool Many ways a...
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  My Mother is a Mountain

  

  By Luna557, Wheaton, IL

  My mother is a mountain She never bends or moves She never breaks or cools And underneath that thick stony skin there is heat. My mother is a birch She is thin and pale She is beautiful and alive And any imperfections are as natural as the trees. My mother is a human She loves and laug...
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  Hyacinth

  

  By Luna557, Wheaton, IL

  I will draw myself a tower Made of brick, made of stone I will put it by the sea So I can smell the sea foam I’ll have a wreath of olive trees Surrounding my light tower I put it near the meadow So I can see the hyacinth flowers I’ll watch the buds bloom in the spring And come summ...
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  in passing

  

  By Luna557, Wheaton, IL

  so tired to the bone she left her childhood home bound ribbon round her tired eyes so she couldn’t read the lies passing through the golden gates and careful not to hesitate she leaves the wonderland of lonely walking softly and so slowly...
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  Waking

  

  By Luna557, Wheaton, IL

  after being numb my skin looks pink and wet like a newborn and would that I could yowl like a cat I think I don’t know I mean, colder is clearer (this isn’t summer) And I know nothing no It isn’t spring but I am no longer math And I am a child with tangles and tangles And frostbite...