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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    He said, “You make me laugh.” I smiled. He said, “You’re beautiful.” I blushed. He said, “Marry me.” I nodded. He said, “I want two kids.” I agreed. He said, “Lets get a Honda minivan.” I shrugged. He said, “The reservation is at 8.” I drank. He said, “I...
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    She sped down the slide giddily, her blond ringlets bouncing behind her. She reached the bottom and over to the swings. She laughed blithely as she swung in rhythm With the other happy children, Basking in their innocence. He sat on the bench Bitterly watching the child play. What is s...
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    It is sunny outside, but somehow everything is still bleak. Everyone else on the street is smiling and chatting. The laughter is so light-hearted; it makes me feel like my heart weighs one hundred pounds. There are practically no clouds in the sky, and people keep pointing out how exceptionally rich...
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    He said, “You make me laugh.” I smiled. He said, “You’re beautiful.” I blushed. He said, “Marry me.” I nodded. He said, “I want two kids.” I agreed. He said, “Lets get a Honda minivan.” I shrugged. He said, “The reservation is at 8.” I drank. He said, “I...
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    I opened the fridge this morning and went to grab a water bottle. The transparent bottle glistened under the florescent light. The label that read ‘Poland Spring’ depicted majestic mountains And peaceful rivers Lined with towering pines. The unique shape was that of an hourglass, Lis...
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    The top of his bald head Was perpetually shiny. Tiny beads of sweat Constantly formed On his upper lip. Always the same Old, smelly handkerchief Tucked away In his breast pocket Put to use many times a class Never failing to soak up the dabs of moisture On his bland face That you w...

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