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Senior P.S: Identity


Ardent, patient, kind, courageous, adventurous, honest.

Yellow stars and indigo sky, I trip, I fall, and then I fly.

Speakers, television, bunk bed, mirror, desk, calendar, pink walls

Imagine if...

As strong as a rock, not as ice; For I am not easily broken

Often smiling, crinkled nose, twirling my hair, and tapping toes.

Ringlets on my head, tan skin, brown eyes, bitty ears.

“Rememory” box, green bug, teddy Bear (1996), iPhone,

I feel covered but not confident. Always a second guess.

Sushi; rice, smoked salmon, cream cheese, seaweed.

Life will carry me - by carry I mean toss and throw - along the path that guides my reverie.

Ays. Baby Chuck.

Never utter a bitter word containing asterisks.

An aria of fear and shelter; I call it Beauty.

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