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Spotted Moods

Yard Work

You're like the weed in my yard that I see suddenly. Each time I rip you out, root to stem, You grow back abundantly. Weeds I despise and...

Such A Shame

They walk by you but you'll never know, The real them that they cannot show. Like ghosts to walls, they walk through you. But you'll...

Slumber Party

They all left me here. In these walls, below a stipple ceiling. And much like the grass outside, I keep growing. I keep healing. Have...

Driving Past

With my eyes in foreign skin, There are glimpses of people on the edges of a tumult roadside. They freeze into statues that I lock into...

Memories

It is all a big blur, isn't it? Each moment we have becomes a memory. Some memories we hope to live through again. Some, we try to run...

Then, Where, and Now

Today, he sits on a bench confused on how he got there. Confused on who he even is. He always knew who she was though. His best friend...

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