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I am hurt in pain and wish to scream out

Mind is uneasy cant understand anything clearly

The why and what of everything happening around me

Introspected and analyzed, dissected each and every thought

Making me bitter, broken, hurt disappointed 

Leaving no energies and plansvfor better tomorrows 

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Also by Do.RoThy/Do:

The world of imaginations | Torn pages of the book!!!!!! |

November Collage poem: Grim but Good

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From spaceships of harmony

Into the fires of Hell

Mouldy undertaking no more


A trodden mind, angry in the Nut Bar

I need more than seven words, please


Neil Young – grim and grizzled –

Summoned by starship –

Says he can’t go because of his terrible I.B.S.


Drinking tears to dry up the well, pointless

Advertising tissues then.


She wasn’t always fifty ...

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The frying pan test

Jim and Kay shared a flat,

Separate rooms,didn't want a brat.

Well thats what they told Jim's mum when she came to stay.

But Jim's mum was suspicious,what more can I say.


After she had gone the frying pan they could not find,

A week passed and Jim missed his crispy bacon rind.

He rang his mum and asked her if she had moved it.

"Ah yes, I hid it in your bed,you're sleepimg...

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Also by hugh:

Avoid building a Berlin wall between us and the homeless | The importance of teamwork | Sleeping rough in Westminster | Tom Sykes | The parliamentary "night shift,"left bereft ! |


The world now seems unreal to me

Australia burns - the ice melt sea

comeuppance time it's bound to be

and shrouds will beckon to us then

beware your fate of Armageddon I

overhear from men who push the pen

as if they wish it all on everyone

begone, begone, begone, I say, our world

survives us everyone - so come what may

athough we need a prompt or two as cut

backs are ...

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Also by Philipos:


The Secret of his Success

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The cat settles 

down by the radiator

as I pull on cold trousers 

from the cold floor

then watches as I

search for hat, coat, gloves.

Later I see him

in the upstairs window

while I scrape the frost 

from the windshield

and again

as I sit rubbing my hands 

as the engine warms

until he gets up

and with a stretch turns away, 

his whole day 

ahead of him...

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Also by Tom Harding:

Thoughts This Morning | Now | Late Night Movie | Bad Influences |

The Bittern

The bittern booms - 

in desolation 

Accent of wind - 

cuts through the reed

The flatland listens - 

to isolation 

In solo passage - 

upon the wind

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Late Halloween poem |

The cosmos grunts

You enjoy highlighting
Your reproductive qualities

As if there was a shortage
Of people in the world

You project an image of 
Cool confidence in plastic

Your mantra is “No drama” 
As if the world wasn’t spinning

A thousand miles per hour 
On its axis

And I want it
Although it’s bad for me

Rotating at 67000 
miles per hour around a star 

I think I’m in love
But I don’t ...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Best Things | Geminis | my rationale |

11/11 11:00 Memorial

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11/11   11:00  Memorial

The little white wooden church


The small white wooden church, had not an empty seat.

With an overflowing congregation, so many on their feet.

Spilling out of the door, to pay their last respects.

Far more than I had thought, and more than most expect.


The service was quite poignant, a fitting tribute that’s for sure

A lost and fallen comrade, ...

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Also by poemagraphic:

Faking it | Heros Roll | The Goon Show ii | The way we were | Come On! HONK | White Knuckle Ride | Don't cross the line |

11:11BlairLIght DragoonsPoRememberance


Save us from those scientists and lawyers

Who take up more and more of our time

With make believe/once upon a time stories

That border on being a crime!

They make a very good living

By raising doubts foisted upon us

More geared to taking than giving -

Po-faced and plausible as they con us.





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Also by M.C. Newberry:


social housing

Social Housing


It was a socially correct house each one

Had a window facing out and a window into

The next room, privacy is the beginning

of capitalism; and curtains were out seen as

fire hazards.

A loophole, plants were allowed and people

Planted in front of inner windows and later

Wherever there was an open space.

A greenhouse?

Yes, they began selling the food ...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

the demise | president Chirac | TV | the price to pay | an oddity | a dreaming joureny | the pace |

Paradoxical Epiphany

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A lakeside photo was intentionally
displayed upside down,
and it took forever for
me to come to terms
with my feeling of

The muted reflection
established my Truth
of the world at that
moment, while I
struggled to accept
the clear and sharp
presentation of
existence upside down.

I thought of the paradox,
and suddenly realized
what Plato must have meant.

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Also by Randy Horton:

Ingress without Invitation | Where Authors Whine About The Poor Quality Of Their Readers |

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I'd heard of a woman from Crete

Who had unusually large feet

It was said that her shoes

Were the size of canoes

Her collection of which were a fleet

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Also by Joshua Van-Cook:

Sidelined Life |

Refrigerator Magnet


I am a refrigerator magnet

stuck on writing

on the side of words

humming like a refrigerator

a magnet stuck so solidly

you cannot pull me away

I am drawn to the power of poems

and will not drop off unexpectedly

I cling to something

larger than myself

the pull of poetry

clipped to my sides

it holds me close

a magnetic force

as huge as

a refrigerator...

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Also by d.knape:

Through 7 Year Old Eyes | ANGER | Old As Rock | Every Post Has A Gull | Our Daily Bread | Deodorant | Do Not Die In The Fall | Widows | Bald Heads |

A strange feeling

I sit in shallow waters,

By the end of this bend,

Knees pointed toward the open sky.


I peer into everland,

Little bit more to wonder,

God I wish the rain would come.


It's a cold night,

Within this great december,

And I wash my clothes in the river bay.



Deadly mother,

I sleep in a position that's comfortable.


Frequent in the sha...

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In the super market

In the super market

I watched the mothers
Carrying their babies.

‘I miss being a parent’,
then thought again.

‘I miss being carried.’


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Also by Fred Nicholson:

the A, B, C's skip a beat.* | Seeing all too clearly. |


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Publishers today don't seem to

Like the written rhyme

They say it's out of fashion to go

Rhyming all the time


I think of William Shakespeare, Yeats

Their work was full of rhyme

And if they were alive today

They would lack publish-time


Today there's little teaching how

To grow the art of rhyme

Into an art form fashion that's

Deserving ...

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Also by Don Matthews:

When You Get to My Age | Like-Minders Society Renewed Attempt to Heal Rift With Traditional Poets Association | Space Reversal | Listen Up There Rhyming Board | Good Question Poet Critic | Editor I Need Some Help Here | Poetry and Me | Once Upon a Time in the Land of Faraway Poetry Lived........ | OH&S Gone Mad | Anomoly of the Law |


A sparkling drop of golden rain

dripped upon my parchèd brain

It took a while to sink right in

but now my mind is fresh again.

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

The Human Effect |


Nothing more

Photo by Allie Smith on Unsplash


Than the regiment of day

Can drift my head away

Back to the cancer hospital

To the chemo and the radio

And injections in the vein

Thank God it didn’t enter

My brain. It’s your loved

Ones take the strain.

I remember Emile, yes,

Named after Rousseau’s

Eponymous hero. He hoped

It had not spread. Married

At the weekend, h...

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Also by John E Marks:

Trilobite | Stutterer | Semiotics | Bullet points | AN ACT of TREASON | For Anna Akhmatova | The rising of the north | Vanishing point | Solstice Song | Morning Glory | ONLY CONNECT | OTTO'S LAMENT | The Twilight Realm | TIBET | Granddaughter | The Unwritten | Paralysis | In the sixties |

The Queen's Empty Pockets

I don't carry cash, not a penny

so don't dash round here with any


Hence don't send me fifty pence

I dont want a fiver, or a tenner either


Your money's no good here

It's small beer


Listen to what I say

You can keep your pay

I own you anyway

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Also by Brian Maryon:

A CIVILIAN'S PERSPECTIVE | The End | Baaaastard !!!! | The Uxbridge Road |


I cried for you,

I she'd tears for lost years, 'til my eyes dried,

I tried for you,

Until the lost hopes were only fit to stay inside,

I lied for you,

I told the world that though it seemed unlikely, you did care,

I died for you,

But only the little child that continued wishing you'd been there,

And though it's true,

That in our later years we balanced our ledger, man to...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

"Never Never." | Innocent Eyes |

In Need of Relief

Would you be lonely tonight 

Sleeping next to me all night

Or would you be happy

Living without me


You watch me as I tumble down 

You watch me as I fall to the ground

Would you pick me up and piece me back together 

Would you stand me up and love me forever


Am I someone you want

Am I someone you need

Do I make you happy now

Or am I just someone you've fou...

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Also by Kimberly Ray:

The Nagging |



Our opinions, they are always changing,
And may be neither right nor wrong, 
And what one someone says is weak today,
Next they could say that it is strong.

Opinions are not definitive, 
And are not set in stone. 
What one may think is wonderful, 
Another may think of it and groan.

Opinions govern all our lives,
For they decide for whom we vote. 
And when it comes to elec...

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Also by Stuart Vanner:

Shopping | Disco |

OpinionsPoliticsStuart Vanner


But once a year

out of obscurity glory flares

in decisive moments every year

far from where bullets tore at the fabric

flags are hoisted high

to a grave whisper of tattered dreams.


No questions asked of why,

better to do and die.

Then the fabric is once more re-stitched

at small shrines again

tributes dusted down, candles lit

trying to make some sense of it,


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Also by ray pool:



When I built my road
I had all the help in the world
But it was up to me to lay the bricks
And it was that part, that sticks.
I'd pick a stone up in my hand to lay it,
Felt like all I did was betray
Myself and my own destiny,
I'd lay it where They told me.
Then one day I guess I had some sort of grand epiphany
The bricks laid down so gently when I focused on me
And a path began to form,

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Also by Josie Harris:

Letter to the Guys That Try To Date Me | Corporation Screw You | Victim |

breaking point

there was a time

when there was time

for now I'm distant

covered with grime


even without feelings

my heart speaks in mimes

shifting to reason

chanting with rhymes


hoping to reach me

trying to climb

a thousand years slime

I crafted around me

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World War

Remember remember,

the eleventh of November.

Where all the soldiers had a hard fall

and poppies stood tall.

Sacrifices were made

and soldiers began to fade.

Families were all unhappy,

whilst they cried tearfully.

Remember remember,

the eleventh of November.



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I See The Nature |

World War


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Whenever you stayed in that hotel you used to text me pictures of Chloe.
The painting had pride of place in the bar - a naked nymph in all her glory,
chestnut hair piled in a soft bun on her head,
pale skin pearlescent and radiant under the glow of lights.
She was an enigma. A temptation. A contradiction.
Vulnerable yet self assured. 
The pics you sent didn't do her justice.
Still, she was ...

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Also by Kate G:

Watermark | United Nations | Grey mountain | Man's best friend |

The carriage in the forest

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After three days of arguing the armistice was signed

in the French general’s private train

at a siding in the forest of Compiegne.

The Kaiser left for exile in Holland.

The military, unwilling to admit defeat,

still surrendered guns and planes.


No one told the people how bad things were.

A German corporal, recovering

after being gassed the month before,

a misfit who...

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First world warsecond world war

Felt Feel

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Felt Feel

I feel the King of my world

Alone as on a glacier

With only Nature as my friend

The rest of them ignore me

For this is what they do

When one is different

And a King all powerful

It’s fine though I ignore them



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Ongoing Situations | Cannot Be | Giraffe Extinction | Our Vets |


There's a town

There’s a town

Where there is a street

Where are all the cobbles polished

By the rain

Solid and set for good

Each and every house one after another joined at the hip

Slates cut perfectly aligned

Where the rain falls

In steady showers

Off rooves down pipes

From cast iron

Black as night gutters

And doors shuttered but never locked

Red steps meticulously cleaned


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Also by Martin Elder:

Born into this suit |


Far too clever for his own good

Deceitful and quite crafty

He got up to stuff that no king should

In fact, he got plain nasty


Killing folk and cheating death

Is not proper or obedient 

Thus when it came to his last breath

Zeus couldn’t be less lenient


Forced to push a boulder up a hill

But never reach the top

Could make a chap feel queasy-ill

If not allow...

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Also by David Lindsay:

The Other Side |

Greek mythSisyphus

Common Sense

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Mr Reel-Fogg came home exhausted after a hard day of talking. Those green leather benches were so confoundedly uncomfortable and one could never recline in peace.

After a brief attempt to assist Mrs. Reel-Fogg to achieve her ambition of having twelve children he fell into a deep sleep.

Around one thirty in the morning there was a confounded noise outside. He sent Mrs. Reel-Fogg to investigat...

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casualtiescommon senseescapefirefirefightingGrenfellinfernoLFBLondonRees-Moggtower

Why write out loud?

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Why write out loud?
Can what we write make a difference?
If so, do our words have any lasting impact?
The reality in part......
Yet as in the media.... words are here today, mostly forgotten tomorrow. 
Disposable thoughts.
Sound bites blown on the wind. 
Always moving on.
Looking for something new.
Something organic. Pure, Something for the intellectual crew.
Time to be true?

The trut...

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Also by Robert holyland:

Fields of Glory ( young hearts ) | Rotting Pumpkins | Dream invasion | The End without You. | All will be dust. | Deluge. | To forget me. |

r e f u g e

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We came upon the

slowing traffic

of the fleeing war-torn

and stooped to stare

- below the legs

of the rooftop passengers -

at the dancing distance

of a baked metalled road.

Our eyes were wet and stung.


Our approaching gaze silent.

We released our pent breath.

The border had done

what most borders do-

shrugged us through.


We walked past ...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

The Woman at My Table | Dragging the luggage | Advice to the Elderly on Bonfire Night |

The Druid

Is he sage, sorcerer, diviner or devil?

Seer and soothsayer to those in peril?

Future, past, present, prophet or charlatan?

Layer down of laws, lauded by emperors


Shrouded in mystery, cloak and dagger

Learned man or sometimes a woman

Interpretation of dreams and visions

Revered, respected, withdrawn from conflict


The Druid was steeped in mystery and all

The fol...

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too good

i miss you

 i miss what we had

but i should've known

 it was too good to be true

 to be loved by you. 

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Also by marlie:

find yourself | you can heal me | haiku about you | the wait | come home | fuck you | above | roots | november 1st |


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A good place to start is Sydney Tower,
With its enthralling panoramic feast:
Olympic grounds - west; to north - the harbour;
And beautiful beaches - north- and south-east.

From what is quite a jumbled C.B.D.,
A good walk is through Botanic Gardens
To the harbour, Opera House, then the Quay -
But, of other good options, there are tens.

(C) David Franks 2003 ...

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The Folly of choices

One day you will see the folly of your choices 

Ihave always been there from suicide attempts to all your tormenting voices 

I have never cheated even through the pain i stayed true

All i wanted was a friend that had my back and it just wasnt you 

And these are regrets that you will never forget 

so get serious or stop useing me every time you get hit

And its obvious there is no ...

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Your screen goes black
The orgy of your show
Now done

The euphoria of empathy
Feeling your beloved characters 
All gone!

Foreshadowing that kept you on the edge
Clever plot that kept you clicking “Next”  
C’est fini!!

You regret your urge to binge
You mourn your loss
You self-soothe 

Then you wait 
And wait
For season two



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Mercury retrograde is at the phase where it is giving us the chance to revisit lost opportunities with a second chance in sight. Useful to take note of whether you believe in astrology or not.



Clockwise has closed


Backwards beckons

Tocks become ticks

A reversal of seconds

Repairing the wreckage

Reckoning with time

Another chance


Before the


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Also by Ruth O'Reilly:

Poements | Snow White Updated | Smile | Shadow Of Temptation |



You ask if I'm okay,
because I am 
unusually quiet 

I'm just tring to keep memories 
behind the flood gates
so they don't sweep me away
to a dark place.

Thank you for being my escape,
a bright light,
my way home, 
my touchstone. 

Your love helps ease the pain.
I don't mean to push you away.
There are so many things I want to say,
but I must go, feed Jake. 


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Also by Vautaw:

Cactus Kisses | My Secret Life | What is Poetry? | Breaking | Beautiful People |



The world turns

And so do I

Time moves on 

So I must follow

Night and day

To ride the waves 

Through each of my tomorrows

Changing seasons

The cycle goes

Those ever changing tides

To planetary gravity

I must and will abide

For I cannot control the time

Nor see where it will lead me

I have to trust and hold it's hand

Let Time guide me freely

One small...

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Remember & Reflect

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Life is a never ending raging battlefield

Freedom is a real live achievable dream

War and conflict are sadly a necessary evil

Liberty equality and fraternity reigns supreme

Lives are selfishly sacrificed for our survival

Lambs to the slaughter is very often the case

As politicians frequently decide our children's fate

Adversity with resilience we must ultimately face

Old so...

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Also by Tom Doolan:

A Guy Named Fawkes |

And So We Eat Again

The dishes are done 

The pans are set

The leftovers have grown mold

It's time to break down

And have a good meal

canned green beans from the garden

potatoes mashed with milk and butter

Chicken breast, chunked, smothered with soy sauce, sprinkled with lemon pepper and garlic salt

gravy heated to the right consistancy

A couple canned halves of peaches from the orchard


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                          Truth Hurts             Have you ever told a lie                              did it come back to stab you in the eye           the lie you told did you get caught                 or so you thought                                       Truth Hurts                                               It feels like a bunch of flying knives          that are aiming at you          ...

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I don't understand. Do you?

I don't understand 

How I fell so fast

How I fell so hard 

For you


Was it the way that you talked

Or the way that you walked

Or your beautiful eyes

Of blue


I cannot forget

The man I had met

The one my heart picked 

Was you


I cannot explain

The joy or the pain

The feelings were insane

With you

I don't understand

Why I let you back ...

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Also by Lynn 7m.:

Give me one good reason | Played | I gave. You never. |

Proud of the Weight

I thought I could carry this love for two.

My back was strong


shouldn't true love be light as a feather?

I thought about it stooped with the weight while waiting.

My father used to recycle aluminum cans for money.


he carried his garbage bag

full of cans

down to the weigh-in station,

they would

check to make sure there was no steel hidden in there t...

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Also by Michael Triandafils:

Songs For Your Quarters |

Final Call

Addiction is hard to explain, unless you have been there

You truely can't understand anyone's pain 

It's being caught between the devil and hell

Not wanting to use, but needing to, all you want to do is yell 

So loudly but softly so nobody can hear, the torment in your voice, the sadness in your eyes

Is when you really know shit just got real

Being so sick, choice is no longer an...

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Pyrenees 1939


Mortal men stumbling 

into unknown spaces 

removing their bloodied coats,

with the dried mudded backs

from resting under the rain.

Spoken to in a foreign language 

as they empty their pockets 

and the torn sacks made of rope.

Letters from their homes, 

empty wet leather wallets, 

pictures of visited places

and small books of rules.

The emptied pockets turne...

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I am the night sky

Rain, tears, basically the same thing right? One dripping from the darkened fabric of the night sky and one running from the creases in my eyes. I never know how to feel and yet somehow when the sky is tired, I'm tired and when the sky is sad, I'm sad. Maybe we are one in the same. Maybe part of me is the night sky, my freckles the constellations, my hands always reaching, grasping for the stars ...

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Also by Olivia Kaitlyn:

To My Bedroom Floor |

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