“I hate this cold.” Dana tightened her scarf and returned her arms to their firm position crossed over her chest. Eric turned a little on the bench the two of them were sharing to look at her and watched as her hair gently blew over her face in the cold autumn wind. The wind brought with it the faint smell of burning leaves.
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Author: Weston
Coffee
I remember what it used to smell like.
My dad would reek of the stuff.
It was as though he bathed in it.
The fumes must have been capable of permeating skin.
Only Two Types
There are two types of,
Well, people I suppose, right?
Only two really.
A Secluded Beach
Gently rolls the waves
Crashing is too strong a word
Licking the coastline
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One | The End of a Kingdom
“I’m afraid the wall is breached, your Majesty.” Carolyn said as clearly and plainly as she could, all things considered, as she stood in the great big doorframe to the great big chamber of the king.
Fish Underwater
Blub blub glerg dub dub
I’m a fish underwater
Making little sounds
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Helium Balloon
Quickly deflating
The air escapes the balloon
Letting it go limp
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Running
Dashing and running
And barreling through the snow
Chased by a madman
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Starting Again
It has been a while
Since I posted anything
I should start again
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Words
My rolling pencil,
Where’s the rush? What’s your hurry?
You can stop you know.
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