You don't look at me You used to Though it was never to see beauty Was beauty there? In your eye, I wonder Cracks and specks Errant things All disected and discerned, under your eye All the little things, The desperate things The shame-filled things Left to wonder How desperate I was To have your [...]
Beloved memories forged in chaos
Grade 5 Class Picture That's me. The little girl in the blue "U.S. Boys" sweater, standing beside my Fifth Grade teacher, Mr. Huebert. I have a bow in my hair my mom made and had me wear that day. I was supposed to pull off the sweater to reveal the nice dress she picked out [...]
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