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She was my first writing teacher.​

She taught me to start early and stay later.

She taught me to master basics, then get creative.

She taught me to respect intuition...


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i'm writing a poem to get you out of my head,​

to trap feelings among words,

to squish secrets between sentences

that way, i can forget every conversation we had...

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Outside your room with the glass block window 
the sun is waiting, waiting for centuries 

since the beginning of time

needs only a minute to introduce himself...

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Hope started small. ​

No, smaller than small. 

More like a morsel of wonder,

who quickly made me curious... 

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