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Swords X
The cards tend to tell me The hard truths, the obvious But when on some days They give me hope Even filled with swords The hope hurts more than The truth ever can
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Dandelions
We persist like dandelions In concrete Putting our roots into The foundations Finding cracks in The places They don't want us To grow
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We should talk
I | don’t know what to feel | when you’re sad | and won’t say what you’re thinking | even though you’re talking about | your heart and it’s a thing | I can guess but I | don’t want and would | not want to be | even though I want
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Homemaker
Monstrous regiments of women A fearsome sight Of your mothers, aunts, daughters In arms with strange women All fed up with your nonsense Our bottled rage Refined Defined By the places you permitted But forgot were where The acts of life were made Crafted Sewn Cooked Borne Born from your
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l.m.Untitled-3
The sky is too big As if it expanded to hold The years of memories I left behind Packed into boxes As brown as the land Under a sky too big
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Roses
There are still roses I planted them in joy And fed them my hope For beauty, peace, and love There are still roses Even though I gave them Way too much coffee And not enough water There are still roses Despite the weeds that grew In the weeks that I