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

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   I can still hear your red, dusty car

Grind into August evening's periwinkle peace.

I knew the lengthening asphalt stretch, did not know how

far,

Thin, my heart-strings would be pulled. I do not seek

release.




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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