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my last

box me up in
your finest oakwood
lock the latch so
the things that should
stay unbothered will sink
from my bones into the
soil, during the next
rain, they’ll grow and
haunt the stones, rivers
mountains and lakes with
the echoes of words you
won’t ever get to take
from me, even after
i’m gone – i’d rather
be the hum on
another ghost’s tongue
than be, some song
you once would have
sung indifferently

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: soil

carefully written

Poet's Corner

i imagine our Gods
write and send
letters, notes, papers, and art
out into the universe

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pulling

i follow and the
distance grows longer
i swallow my hopes,
walk away –
you turn around
my pull becomes stronger –
yet when i try again, we miss –
not meeting – we long
for one another
but don’t belong
close like this

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: magnet

(un)wanted treasure boxes

the small world you
crave to take flight from
collects dust –
but as old age comes,
knocking at your door –
it becomes a tiny treasure box,
gold in the rust –
everything you wanted but
believed you never
wanted before
nostalgia leaves you, grinning –
yet you dig in your memories for more

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: local

breathing into coffee

when your brain
decides to go on
that late night
stroll in the park
after dark, picking
out and throwing
all those memories
it stowed away
into the headlights –
you feel sick,
ashamed as years-old
embarrassments try to
pick a fight with the
midnight hour –
and you’re left with
red eyes and the sighs
you breathe into your
morning coffee as
you rise for the day –
you clock in – and at
once they’re forgotten
but never really
go away

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: cringe

hot cold truths

stick to your guns
throw your last
coin in the wishing
well, don’t look
back, wishing to
undo what’s been done,
the sun never looks
back, hot yet
so cold – don’t scold
yourself during times
you fail to be bold – often
walking is the most we
can do to move forward.
and too few realize this
and stray from their truth

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: commit

history repeats

everything,
everything –
falls into a
pattern – some
just follow them
better, while
other’s attempt
to break free,
but that’s a
pattern, too
when you think
of all of the others
that have tried before
you and me

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: loop