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Bittersweet
Clinging to a summer’s sweetened brew. Honeydew strung tightly, holding the appearance of contentment. It is hard to imagine, that this was home once. Anna Worrell
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I don’t remember
where my good thoughts have gone. Like a pickle without ridges, that’s slipped so nimbly out of my hands. Gabriella Giovannelli stories left untold,
by words that cannot speak phrases never listened to by sounds that cannot hear silence is our enemy one we shouldn’t fear Anna Pugh Send.
How long would it take for her to see it? What would she say? Was I too blunt? Was this too cruel? Of course it was. I was about to break her heart. Just because I could. “It’s okay” No it wasn’t ‘okay’. She doesn’t hate me. Or so she says. She should. I hope she does. How could I do this? I could’ve moved on I should’ve moved on. I couldn’t. And now every single thing that I ever said to her was just another lie. She’d wait for me But I can’t wait for her Because I’m already gone. And I’m never coming back. Makayla Hartline |
The Megalodonarchives
February 2021
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