Poems from macie-lynn
I could never read you at the end of all those car rides.
Was it exhaustion—like the sigh of an overworked parent?
Did I really make you...
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There was no point in saving that part of the garden, for it was long gone.
The flowers, dead and dry, no longer vibrant with color, laid...
Wearing your cardigan means I need extra protection; I fear that the day will be bad, or that I will feel more than under the weather.
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I am a hopeless romantic.
I can approach with wide, child-like eyes;
Curious—playful—affection—like a kitten.
I can let myself bask in the...