High Notes

(for my best friend)

Old Soul, angelic voice
Singing from on high—
Lilting above the white noise
Her song takes Wings to fly—

You'll hear her Chant across the Land
And on an Island-Bound Boat—
And while filmed, in the Air for All to hear—
You bet she'll hit that high note.

 
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Silent Wolf

MA

19 years old

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    Bandaids for Bad Dreams

    I wish there were bandaids for all the cuts on my arm,
    but there’s no bandaids, because I can’t tell anybody
    that I’m bleeding.

    I wish there were bandaids for all my scars,

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    Just the Villain


    Villain

    I tried to say hi to a girl yesterday
    Can you tell me why she was so afraid?
    I know I’m fine—not disfigured or two-faced
    I promise you guys that I’m perfectly sane.
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    Enough


    Isn’t it enough?

    Isn’t it enough for you
    That there have been 102 mass shootings
    In the past year?

    Isn’t it enough for you
    That most of them have been hate crimes
    And have gone unpunished?

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