Freshly Dusted

“Hey, you mind if I sit here?” the girl asked, propping her burger against her chest, already slinging her backpack to the ground. The four of us looked up surprised, sliding over to make room on the green picnic bench while she ate, boldly licking excess mustard from her fingers. Considering myself the leader of the four -now five- of us, I initiated...

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The girl with the untied shoes Met my eyes from across the room. I looked away and when I looked again She was talking with others. Rocky Road stained her lips, Her sisters stole her attention. I moved closer, cleaning the table behind hers, But she didn't even look up. And then, as they were leaving the ice-cream place, She met my eyes...

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The winds of time break my soul, Like waters on the beach. Their polluted toll Has become too high to pay. The pain from years of holding back Hurts when I caress what is left. Again, I feel my lack, And I lash out against the creations of man. Man has spoiled my domain With his unfeeling heart. I relish in his pain...

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