Author: Emma Lee
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Dear Life,
I think I’m falling in love with you.
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alone together
Sorrow’s fingertips shush the last warm light and the twilight shines pale again. the breathing next to me doesn’t cease. though, i guess mine doesn’t either. i suppose that’s what we call a win.
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keepsake
sun-kissed monarch landing on freckled nose.the gentle whisper of willow’s wind. what it would mean to resign down the ladder,and find my valuables untouched, which may be sadder. yet i hope, under all layers of dust,to find what i’ve forsaken for i thought i must. our soft, lazy bodies finding the other,skin and hands’ taut,…
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Mother Tongue
My prevailing prayer and five star review: I will return again.
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sedated
peel myself off pale, clinging sheets, lethargy pooling under my eyes, dark side of the moon hugging waterline, readying for frosted floorboard’s touch on mine.