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Continue reading →: a first kiss
we burned our tongue on hot pavements in a parking lot, at three pm, ninety degrees outside i wished that it would burn your taste off so, i wouldn’t feel it i tried to cut my lips off the traitorous pair betraying my every wish to stop and run away…
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Continue reading →: Memories From June 1st
Maybe for kicks, we’ll dance for ourselves. Around the kitchen, while waiting for the pasta water to boil For laughs, we’ll sing karaoke to “Build Me Up Buttercup”. And maybe tonight, we’ll watch the fireflies in the yard and laugh when my dog tries to eat one. in three days,…
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Continue reading →: Religiously Unreligious
They Shake a fist to the sky Spit on the grave of a saint Roll their eyes at the tomfoolery of church bells and altar boys Blame the institution Blame the higher power Use the Lord’s name in vain- but don’t allow His name settle on the top of their…
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Continue reading →: Welcome To The Cancer Mom Club
“The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter.” – Mark Twain When I was in the seventh grade, five people from my science class formed an unofficial “Cancer Mom Club.” It was not a support group for the children of women who were Cancers but an…
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Continue reading →: A Letter To April 2020
On April 22nd, 2020, I decided to write a letter to myself. I had learnt about this website called futureme.org that allowed you to write letters to yourself which they would deliver to your chosen email in a year, three years or however long you choose. I found the idea…
Zoya Abbas
Lexington Youth Poet Laureate
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