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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...
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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