This quiet, lacking house. This open mouth.
We are always tripping over teeth, scattered
by the doorstep. Clean up your young years,
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The Essay Girl
Twilight comes creeping along and
the sun slowly sinks behind tall buildings
casting strange shadows in
the empty streets.
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Sing for me
as the sun rises just before I wake
as our breakfast we do take
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Pretty words spill out
from your unguarded mouth
while the truth hides inside
your pretty veiled eyes.
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The basket sits
half empty with unfolded clothes.
Or is it
the clothes need to be folded.
So, I must go
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All of the margins
in my school notebooks
have lots of color
I should stop
because the doodles are
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