Thinning Love This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Rap quietly on my salami door

And know you can't get in.

Look blindly through the apple core.

My love, it is too thin.

Infatuated with the outside world,

We get what we think we want.

To hell once more we are silently hurled,

So quickly and nonchalant.

Dismissing this love so largely inhaled

Helping to prove our notions

These ideas of love gently unveiled,

Too caught up in meaningless emotions.

So rap quietly on my salami door

And know you can't get in once more.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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