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The day is young, sun is shining
Coffee in my hand, headphones in the other
Preparing myself for the day, submerged in my own head for a bit
Thinking about what today will bring, hundreds of thoughts cross my head
All while on the six train, missing my bed

Olenka

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Pineapple chunks, rosemary, and cinnamon sticks are the ingredients
Water brings it together as it boils in a big pot
The aroma of the pineapple permeates the air
That's how you can tell it's ready for sipping and relaxing

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Here I am sitting outside the front yard
wondering where you are
I miss you
I miss your voice
I miss your face
I miss everything about you
Those special memories of you will always bring a smile
If only I could have you back for just a while

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My dog looks at me with sad eyes
I know he misses her and so do I
But what can we do?
She's up in the sky
Left us with memories and a beautiful goodbye
I hug him tight, tell him it's okay
Life is short but we can't let it fade away.

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My sister just moved into a new apartment.
It's on the same street I live on,
but it's 40 minutes away by car, so I guess
It's still far.
I got to visit the place last week, and it was a mess.
There were boxes everywhere, and her brushes were out on the floor.
I'm glad she has a place to paint now.

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Warm yet cold, the crunch satisfies
Focusing where the protein lies, I sigh
In my mind, I know
I won't see the bottom of the bowl

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He will look at everything but the words on the page
Pencil improperly held in hand, name spelled with letters written backwards
One simple task, circle all the times you see the five chosen words.
"They, get, for, my, here". Every time he reads those words he must circle them.
But what is Get from Got or For from Far when all letters are gibberish.
Only a few pages left, he fidgets in his chair, he begs for snacks.
My guiding hand hovers over the word, "They"
It has to be at least the 10th time we have done this.
I ask him what the word is, he says he has no clue

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I like the fog on the mirror,
Like that it doesn't fully dissipate when I wipe my hand across it,
like that it drips down onto the bottles on the counter top,
and the lipstick I never wear.
When I wipe it I see myself,
Skin heated red and diffused in the reflection.
Hair dripping into the sink.

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The sky is white, blank, infinite.
It bites into leaves at the tops of trees.
Tall buildings dissipate as they join it above,
and the faded patch of blue sky to my left
seems closer to me than sheet of white
obscuring it.

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The time has come
to make a choice
will you remain quiet
or make some noise
if you remain silent
no one will see
how much you hurt
the help you need

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white flower shoes wet with dew
overgrown grass sharing the rain
water soaked dirt
my feet: wet, cold
the grass flops lazily
too long to stand tall
flowers defy weather
wet to the touch

Asmanaz Qureshi

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a soggy rag on the floor
abandoned, trampled
soaking up a shower's
excess leftovers
"it's started to smell,"
an unwilling hand
picks it up and away,
dripping sorrowful tears.