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    My Hands tell a story and if you asked, they would tell you with the wrinkles on their fingers, they've seen coldness, cracked by the icy conditions I was forced to shower in as a little girl. They would tell you how they were once slammed by a door, shut angrily enough that it broke th...
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    When I was twelve I was what you would call “in-transition” trading textbooks and sharp pencils for rusted razor blades and bottles of Mike's hard lemonade Twelve years old had me spouting angry hate-filled words at my brothers and drove my fists into the face of an overweight boy with...
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    Sing me a prayer, grandma. Cuz all my life I’ve been searching for reasons to believe in god but I guess I’m just not cut out to be a believer. cuz believers don’t question, they don’t doubt, and they don’t think, they just pray, or at least that’s what you showed me. You alw...
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    Notebooks, Cheap fireworks, pizza boxes and broken shot glasses. The table in the dining room has seen it all. This is the place where friends become family, this round wooden table where there are 5 chairs for far too many friends so when guests come over there's a lot of lap-sharing...
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    I sit across my mother, the red plastic table we share is slick with the sweat of our forearms. Our hands meet halfway across its surface, piled gently on top of each other, My mother’s smile is warmer than the hot summer sun and I remember of those nights we spent at the dining room table, ...
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    When I grow old, I want to smoke cigars. Just to feel cool as the smoke burns down my lungs and runs out my nose. I wanna upgrade from cheap liquor to fine whiskey and ancient bottles of bourbon. I wanna dress up in fancy suits And fedora hats, wear those polished fancy shoes I see on eve...
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    My mother's love is gravity. It is the moon's pull on the ocean, creating waves on the shore, and delivering gentle soppy kisses to the sands. She loves to tell me about how she used to toss me up into the air as a toddler and how, no matter how high I flew, I would always fall ba...
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    Do you remember the night we kicked the kids out into the courtyard? You pointed at the door and said "Go play". Well, that night, we moved all the furniture and danced like only two drunk girls could dance. Singing along to Elvis Presley, Little Richard, and the Beach Boys, We did t...
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    Her fingers shake, bringing the rusted razor-blade wobbling to her skin in zig-zag lines. Her tears speed down her face like shooting streak down skies, the same stars she used to wish upon as a little girl, "Please, make me pretty", "Please, make me beautiful". This girl ...
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    I wrote “I love you" on your driveway, with a big chunky piece of pink chalk, I exposed my feelings for you And everyone else to see... Or at least anyone who paid close enough attention to the ground, but I know you'll never see it. You make it a policy to never look down. You’r...

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