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  To live

  

  By tbr95, Newton, MA

  To exist. A body falling and rising to the rhythm of the lungs. Lungs, pumping to the rhythm of the body. To live. The soul, attuned to the laughter of the spirit. The spirit, harmonizing with the soul's wisdom. To fight. Flailing arms, gasping breaths. To go down with a prayer. Acceptance...
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  Autumn

  

  By tbr95, Newton, MA

  The trees dip gracefully towards one another, their limbs gently curving, merging together. Like knitted wool, their peaks are thick beneath the watery sky. Light drips through, like the cool November air seeps through a warm blanket. Leaves, turned gold by the Summer's sun, dance to the gr...
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  Burnt

  

  By tbr95, Newton, MA

  There he sits, Sifting memories in the quiet of the alley. His heart,blackened from the ashes, is deserted. His story is incomplete, cracked with pain. Burnt is his soul, blackened by the fumes of rotting flesh. Burnt, like the wisdom buried in his father's deep eyes. Burnt, like the e...