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empty beer bottles

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Empty beer bottles line the windowsill,
collecting dust down through their necks
to mix in with the last few drops of alcohol
not consumed,
nor rinsed out and down the sink.

Lined up in a row
they tell a story of the evenings past
filling our stomachs with barley and malt
until they reached our minds
and made us feel better.

Some are yours, some are mine,
but we drank them together
talking, smiling and laughing,
liking each other.
For me, at least.

How many beers will it take
for us to tell each other
how we really feel?

passing the light

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You ran away with my light
hours away
into a thick, dark forest
where I could not trace you.

Then, you gave it to him
so I could chase after him instead,
who held it for mere minutes
before passing it on again.

Now, my light is constant
burning bright through the night
amidst occasional flickers,
like lights do.

Where is your light now,
who does it burn for?

memories turned to dust

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Collecting dust in the corner,
memories of who I once was
and hoped to be,
stand stagnant
letting the castaway remnants of air
settle, and find a new home.

Layer upon layer,
compressing those beneath,
perhaps eventually
stratifications will appear through the dusty clouds.
Memories, all visible,
stacked on top of the other.

Remove one layer at a time,
clean and polish the surface.
When memories have turned to dust
it’s time to let them go.

disguise

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Dreaming
of someone like you
but different,
someone who looks
but does not sound, like you.

How I would imagine
you would feel, taste,
smell,
feels real.

Almost as if
you wanted to see me
but under disguise.

they are human

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Killed
for the color of skin.

Beneath the color,
beneath the size, shape,
and everything between,
they are human.

We are all human.

Our voices, our protests,
our demands to protect humanity
ring around the world.

Black lives matter.
Enough is enough.

people come and go

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My world has been turned
upside down because of you,
when you first entered it
and now, as you’re leaving.

I feel the ground crumble beneath my feet,
what I believed to be long-lasting
is not.
People come and people go,
including you.

I will join you in your excitement
and hold no resentment,
but this place will not be the same without you.
I will find a new way forward
though I don’t want to.

bird in the wind

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Believe you are stronger than the wind.
Take another breath
flap your wings a few times more
change your angle slightly, if you must,
but keep going.
Keep fighting.
Just when you think you have nothing left
the gust will subside,
and surge forward, you will.

Believe you are stronger than the wind
and keep fighting.