Pearl Colette

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I observed
By the window
An old hard wooden chair

Looking out
...

When I die
will my life leave my body
and flow
...

Every morning I wake up
and wrap myself in layers
I carry them around
feeling false and heavy.
...

Today in art class
we cut upon tea bags
and emptied the brown powder
into the bin
...

Your paintbrush dancing across the canvas

Recreating dark shadows and blurred anger
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January Morning

I observed
By the window
An old hard wooden chair

Looking out

White oblivion
Falling flagging failing
Spiralling cartwheeling dizzily falling

each snowflake is unique You whispered with reverence as if letting me in on a secret
if you listen carefully you can hear each fall from the clouds rubbed against the sky
I heard nothing

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