Poetry
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If not for your sweet curves and sugar lips, how would I know bitterness?If not for your striking grit, how would I know timidity? If not for your heavy and boundless laughs, how would I know silence?
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a word on hyper-independence My life has always been one of quiet sovereignty,a party where the only attendees are mirrors.
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I yearn for tomorrow,
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I read my mother’s journals and yearn to have a child who will one day read mine.As scared as I am of what I may produce on those pages,for now, I still write on every line.
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How strange it is, to watch someone’s face sparkle and dance with life on a Monday, and for it to be gone by Tuesday. How strange it is,for our bodies to decay, to expire,yet leave behind an undeniablepresence if we’re open to it. How strange it is to look into your eyes merely through a
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Some people think in circles and others in squares.
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A small collection of acrostic poems Alchemize – transform the nature or properties of (something) by a seemingly magical process. At my will, I let my soul dissolve and cradle the hierarchies of energies present. may the bound and boundless integrate with zero hesitations and an electrifying seal.
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To step into myself is uncharted territory. To feel safe is an unread part of the story.
Lashanda Forsberg 