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I stole it. Not in a mean way. But I took it. He found me wearing it and said “You keep it.” I wanted to smile so wide but instead I said...

Whenever my friends are blue I'm never quite sure what to do Should I tell a joke so they crack a smile Or just let them rest awhile...

I am the wolf The wolf who hunts and preys on other people's weaknesses I am the huntress The huntress who stalks and observes silently,...

In a trance I whirl about heedless of the distant shouts. Some days it beckons me and rocks my head in its arms like I was a baby, an...

The water droplets on the window They are like little windows too They blur reality The tree outside the window It’s like a building It...

the green monser creeps through the deep atacking me through others and others through me I can't see it and I can't flee I try to hide...

Push to press a paper on peppermint pink prodigies But to butter bread means to become brave and benevolent How can home feel homeless...

Ripped. Torn. Old. Shaggy. This rumpled thing brings me comfort. This came from a friend. She had to leave. But she’ll be back. This...

Fostering this empire of mine let it grow until it encompasses the world without drawing a line this planet shall be one with its people....