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After twighlight,
At her desk,
She ponders the implications of signing in crayon..
Art Gallery waterwall friezes over.
I am a chick You don’t call it lit But I read it. I am the protagonist The girl who loses part of herself ...
in death she will leave the shape of a cat
first frost -- the kindling takes with a hiss
ten billion light years away a star explodes its light still out there building the iron for my car the dust that built our planet earth ...
grey dawn thin old moon alone and radiant
you told me you loved it when the trees changed their minds and covered the ground with a million veined post-it notes ...
She bought a new car, a 4WD, and for the first time in her life, she was still unhappy.
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Tulipa’s painting was inspired by the girl she was sitting next to in her ArtPlay class.