| pluto is no longer a planet and i live in another town
mallory
the light comes brighter from the east |
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| amidst even the beauty of the mountains,
i am yet reminded that i am.. in arkansas.
mallory
i wake to sleep, and take my waking slow |
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| oh, the days when romance were as simple
as being chased at recess,
the worst reviling was championed with
"i know you are but what am i?"
and life's discords solved by rock, paper, scissors
sagacious innocence lost, or merely concealed,
by the desire to mature to the cultured antithesis--
and upon its reaching, one recalls the days past with
a desideration for their recovery
mallory
patiently awaiting His return |
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| the trees here now are charming shades
of crimson,
brown, and gold
(an uninviting time of year
or so i have been told)
mallory |
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| [profound statement here]
credit not insouciance, but mere dubiety.
mallory
because it is bitter, and because it is my heart |
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