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  Dancing on Daddy's Toes

  By Meaghan D., jamison, PA

  Dancing on Daddy’s toes. light feet with no miseries except those little enough to be fixed with a band aid. Independence arises. dancing on your own two feet louder, softer, differing continuously but you. Until you become they a twosome, a pair, a partner dance flittering delicate...
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  Legend

  By Meaghan D., jamison, PA

  My name is here. Graffiti on the wall, for all to see, for all to know, for all to judge. I don't always have the pen. My name is there. A place I once was; but why stay? I've left my mark. My name was stomped on with a black heavy boot. Never up to par, so removed from the earth....
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  Art of Being Perfect

  By Meaghan D., jamison, PA

  over and over again, I can't do it. Endless repetition I need to Stop. They say I must continue if I ever want to be Great, but is it worth it? Practice makes me bored....
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  Hushed Beauty

  By Meaghan D., jamison, PA

  Electrifyingly silent blazing across the endless sky. I am the opposite; loud, rowdy, obnoxious. But you are the blur of light Exquisite. Listen. They can't hear You. They can't hear You over the storm. But I am your sister thunder, your sister, I understand. I know your flashes, yo...
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  High School Story

  By Meaghan D., jamison, PA

  A razzle dazzle conspiracy. That quintessential hook up for inflated cupidity. Your high gloss, artic Meatpacking jazzed up' the only place where that's 'cool.'...
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  All the Same

  By Meaghan D., jamison, PA

  The skinny kid with glasses makes his way to the gym. Lifts weights, no difference just to make the pretty girl look. Crunches and push ups followed by a triple whopper. Each day, still scrawny he looks to the football field and says why not me? The muscle-headed jock stays after school...