Poetry
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Tick…. tock….. tock of the clock, the bells, chiming along inside my urgency, latency, where I dwell, there are old wounds now to dispel…
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I was just on the phone with my grandmother. She told me that my mother wants to donate a thousand dollars to my album fundraiser. The only thing she wants in return is her own copy. That was the last thing I expected to be thinking about tonight. I told Maw Maw that I’d have…
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Smile I see in the sky I mirror back every single time. Never have I looked up and frowned or wished they’d take that incessant light down. The stars dance all around, thousands of miles I sing along inside as they whisper by each with their own unique styles. As the darkened…
anita lorraine moore 