by Nadia Coia
curled on a velvet chair
in a darkening room
is a monstorous teen.Â
outside the blackening,
is a fading pink sky.
the clouds within whisper to shepards,Â
"Delighted I Hope"
and on the highest grassy hills,
the shepards face eternity.
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by Mel
Smooth with the blemishes of upside down soccer nets,
the permeating stench of feet hollering
surround the sand of a beach ball court.
The sight of opposite conversations
inject the ear with distinct memory ;
a 'wake me up before you go go' over "my god i cant fucking stand this school."
Small in a way thats new,
movements fade as legs pull forward,
with
fingers spending time typing t...
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