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  The Soul Travels

  By Lauren A., York, PA

  The soul pushes on. It is round and small, Tethered to our hearts Succulent in taste, It welcomes the lonely Who give their attention To sticky lollies— Sit lonesome on stone steps Chiseled by a hand Less than glorious. The soul trudges on. Its story is immortalized; It nev...
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  The Otter

  By Lauren A., York, PA

  The sleek body of the otter cut through the thick cold water his wet fur shining I could hear his sigh his longing to indulge himself forever I was nine years old then I still feel the rush of the water in me I still taste the pine air the trees around me spread-eagled asking the expan...
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  Butterfly

  By Lauren A., York, PA

  She flutters into a bud, dew-blessed petals mingle with her breath flower fingertips struggle to ensnare this color-dusted beauty, but her flight makes this as simple as explaining love....
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  Chalk Children

  By Lauren A., York, PA

  Children jump the hopscotch grid They run it down to chalky dust A fear-ridden city pumps beside them Children run the chalk border This is where they are This is what they live for Laughter in the gravelly macadam Children two-step slowly home As if the hopscotch grid Pulls them back w...
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  Muse

  By Lauren A., York, PA

  I do surgery to my words. I pull stitch after stitch Through my body—inner heart and The backs of my obsidian eyes. The neon lights blaze across the street. They burrow through the poet’s mind Weaken it, melting holes through the ice, Ice of my thoughts. We seem to be ...