Tag: poet of the day
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that little space
That little space Between my eyes Is the place That grows the most tired At the end Of a 12 hour shift. Lovingly, I press That little space. That little space Between us Is the space That I always want To fill in. Lovingly, I come closer To share That little space. That little space…
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little inconveniences
Drip drop, drip drop. I’ve heard it a million times from a million people before. “Oh, there it is again, the stupid sink dripping water all night long, waking me up in the middle of the night, keeping me where I can’t sleep. I’ll ask him to fix it but he’ll probably forget, or when…
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identity
What if your identity Is not found in the big city But in a small town Where few people are brown or black But mostly different shades of white And every day the sun shines down as they Continue to fight the good fight To pay the bills And maybe some buy the pills Just…
mused with mary 