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The little sheep hides,
imagining a voice.
Uncertain to grow.

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The end of the middle.
The beginning of the end.
The screen flashes
the face of a boy
He smiles
He brings a small silver box to Lea
She looks at the box longingly
The information will be used to hold the rings for the contract
The screen flashes
a boy and a girl,
smiling at each other
The screen goes back
to this picture
It's so complicated and I am again
used to do

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words are beautiful
I wont be able to keep them forever,
everyone talking about something
a line from the poem comes to my mind,
I tilt my head back and look at the sun
it is strong against the black

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His head
His pack
He walks away safely
Sighs
a shrug
Grandfather

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Know a chance
the people here
don't break them
are small things,
not large,
infractions,
my fingers tighten
I glance in the direction
of the poems
are allowed we,
catch a glimpse

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Getting late
Time live better than
All my parents
Exclaiming over how wonderful we walk
I can't believe it, me, my match Xander
I wasn't nervous, I knew too, I was.
A brief awkwardness, Xander, me a moment
In touching are full
Pulling me onto the train

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A small smile intended
Doesn't work
He's pale and unhappy
I follow and watch him
I give up any hope
He stands
Looks tired
I recognize his face full of misery
I feel awful
I wish...

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You can write your own poems
Who would read them?
I would.
I think
of writing out his story.
"Thank you," I say.
"For teaching me how to write."
For saving my
Poem.

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I don't picture
the sun dazzling
in our yard
I will think of
when I ride the air train
I want to tell my mother
I
have
a message
we're sorry
Cassia
have a good night
a beep sounds
the foil ware container
trundlilng along
my dinner steams as I open it up
I
burn
my mouth
but that's all right

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The sounds of laughter
its wonderful,
the best of us all.
Most of the colors
inside,
are grey.
Any brightness in the room
comes from us
our laughter.

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I recognize
the lights,
dark smiles,
sliver boxes,
promises,
sounds,
memorized
in
my mind.

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Whispers
Like birds beating their wings
Thoughts tumble in my mind
A sea of watching faces
White tablecloths
Glinting crystal glasses
This is a dream.

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Destined to be joyful
though
after a moment
he thought you listen
Do You?
I
Never
Do

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I'm finished
My hands
Stripped of everything
I leave
I come back
Murmurs of voices
Fear inside me
Bad, very bad
My mistake
Suddenly I hope
After all