Poems from mallybjork

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Aspiring follower of God Northwestern College English Teaching Major Track & Field Athlete Minimalist Word lover
The gun fires and instinct takes over as I attack out of the blocks, a mighty grizzly hunting my prey, powerful arms swinging  back and...
Laughter drips from our mouths, like honey, sweetening  the room   The sporadic rise and fall of my chest mimics our buzzing as it bounces...
I plod along pristine sidewalks in this utopian town, craving the crisp crunch  of leaves under my sneakers, but they’ve all been swept...
I was four when you  first became sad. Mom says that’s why you came to live with us.   The doctors call it depression. I call it dementors...
Remember that Friday night when we drove my little sister’s silver Impala to Little Clear Lake on winding gravel roads but almost didn’t...

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