S-
She has watercolor blood and sunflower eyes.
I don't agree with all of her choices, but I'm still at awe.
Heart roaring louder than the music, louder than sick love and gravel roads.
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E-
It's not always, it's just now. Ask the cicadas.
He knows it too.
He knows because the seafoam told him so as it bubbled at his ankles and dug up shells.
Not forever. But possibly tomorrow.
Moonbeams danced around him and he kept pulling at the strings of the guitar.
This one belongs to summer.
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C-
Technicolor is her shade of life.
Splintered and vibrant, neon shots of light.
Her soul is, interestingly enough, the spirit of a moose.
Nowhere, somewhere, soon to be home.
Massachusetts yields for her,
soon it will for me too.
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W-
He'll defend Shakespeare until the day he dies,
Which won't ever happen because is immortal through his vivid poetry.
A man of brilliance,
Strategic chess moves, a soothing song.
He's heading north with the geese.
It won't take long.
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G-
Her life came in a stained envelope, a faded kiss on a yellowed letter.
Nobody told her to hold her breath.
Songs she collected from stolen decades led her down a slick well.
In too deep with frosting water,
not lost, though far from home.
And she will be okay.
