October 8, 2011
by Hannah Color
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You told me, play it cool Sam The dangers of cold night air Inflating my lungs with hidden thoughts What wonders lie ahead in your mind alone Our steps were quickly off kilter Through earthy brittle skeletons The death of … Continue reading
October 2, 2011
by Hannah Color
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We drove around side by side through one meaningless town after another for hours, spanning all across central MA. It was when we were returning to his stomping grounds and were at the tip of the burg that he started … Continue reading
October 1, 2011
by Hannah Color
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The following poem is my attempt at a Sestina The Puppet Plays Puppeteer The girl I don’t know any longer curls like a forgotten puppet She painted her lips to feel special then wiped the pigment clean That night she … Continue reading