day 23; what beauty of wind & away
Some trudge for years
beneath barren forests
yet barely recall the
sky-aching daylight.
All that time they
cry, “The world
is dead!” but
never once see
the birds.
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day 31; july
When I was a little girl—though I can't remember now,
I had an imaginary friend and affectionately
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30
Jul
day 30; keep me in your wallet
Keep me in your wallet
tucked between your Bastardcard
and old photos.
Pull me out at parties
and at restaurants
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29
Jul
day 29; definitional
Fearless.
Warm.
Inviting.
Vivacious.
Curious,
how a single
word can sum
up the whole
of a person
in our minds.
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28
Jul
day 28; I suppose this is what the damn pill is for
Fog settles sleepily,
dampening the spark of me,
smearing words on the walls of my brain.
here, I sit calmly
27
Jul
day 27; 30705
I think I shall
always dream of
that house. No matter
how old I get, nor
how far I live,