MY YEAR I POETRY SLAM 2016
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the weatherman always lies. Friends were supposed to bring the sun but took it to another part of town
A toast to the New Year, the three of us here, The three muskateers, and together we are strong, Our bond is forever, our cause greater when we belong Brace, for winter is upon us, anticipate the loss,
Expectations coaxe fears into reality. Hide behind the beveled glass. Responsibility ruins entitlement. Summer still hazy in my sights. Falsely rose, greying at the edges.