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  Shield

  By Taylor S., Seattle, WA

  Stumbling through the door. Quite the entrance. She is waiting in her room for the door to close, for a giggle as my knee makes contact with the counter corner. Its the same every weekend. Leaning over the toilet, purging a night of fun and insecurities, that linger in my throat,...
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  Bus Stop 11

  By Taylor S., Seattle, WA

  He waits at the bus stop. Searches slowly for her pale face in the crowd, but sees nothing; only dusty smiles and faded eyes. He whispers out a musty prayer, saying she reminds him of yellow. Each day at the bus stop slumped on the bench in prayer, for a flash of something yellow; ...