A poet’s ode to her notebook.
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All tagged literary arts
When It Rains
It’s cold outside
Because the laughter is so surreal only to be hidden behind the envy of others, who also bite
their tongue in every confrontation because of fear.
Orange Soda Sunset
"The sun sets over the prairie
like the ember of a cigarette,
yielding slow to it's heavy eyes"