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They are fleeting.
They are fragile.
They require

little water.
They'll surprise you.
They'll remind you

that they aren't
and they are you.

- Flowers by Wendy Videlock

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It is only April.
I can't stop my own life
from hurrying by.
The moon, already pacing.

- selected lines from In Your Absence by Judith Harris

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Loneliness is a sign you are in desperate need of yourself.

- Rupi Kaur

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In all the narrow alleys from the sky
Slow snow crowds down the air.

The dusky edges of the buildings there
Watch, even and alert.

- Snow in the Loop by Mary Grier

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I am a door of metaphor
waiting to be opened.
You'll find no lock, no key.
All are free to enter, at will.
Simply step over the threshold.
Remember to dress for travel, though.
Visitors have been known
to get carried away.

- The Last Word by Nikki Grimes

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i stand
on the sacrifices
of a million women before me
thinking
what can i do
to make this mountain taller
so the women after me
can see farther

- Legacy by Rupi Kaur

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I prefer
warm fur,
a perfect fire
to lie beside,
a cozy lap
where I can nap,
an empty chair
when she's not there.
I want heat
    on my feet
    on my nose
    on my hide.
No cat I remember
dislikes December     inside.

- Cat by Marilyn Singer

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