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I only walk in the dirt, but my steps are guided: and no matter how dark my path gets, I light it.
Jerzee Monet feat. DMX
Childhood memories, the wonder and vulnerability of being young. 20 poems live in this room.
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No. 11
You're such a beautiful child
One day you'll watch From the back seat of the car Your Dad grab your Mom's hair
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No. 54
But you still needed
I'm sorry I never spoke to you on the steps. I saw you pass by every day. Sometimes you floated right past me
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No. 105
If one kid reads this
I wish I could have warned you. I know it all seemed like just a game—
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No. 111
On the steps outside of music class
On the steps outside of music class You taught me how to jump through time. The wrought-iron handrails,
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No. 113
Lightning Bug
I wish I could cup your tiny hands Around the shape of the lightning bug And hold that lonely glow—
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No. 5
In your arms
One day, when you're six years old you may watch your Dad leave, and have just the
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No. 61
Sleeping on the couch in the old house
Sleeping on the couch in the old house Where the faucet pours hope and doubt in equal parts.
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No. 66
Imagine you could watch
Imagine you could watch everything you don't need spin and twist, float and fly down to the
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No. 91
Where dreams emerged...
Please don't take away the early mornings on the subway, Biggie bumping in the Walkman.
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No. 93
Tracing the beautiful illusion of control
The mazes you drew in red and orange marker, stretched and floated
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No. 23
Your warm breath
There's something you will do, Before the clock sweeps past nine, That will make time stand on its head,
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No. 35
That only you can feel
The absence of a guiding hand, The touch you missed— Forced you to feel every nuance
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No. 42
The inner spark
Don't let the thing you needed most, Yet never received, Become the flashlight without
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No. 44
The times you were held
The times you were held in those rare, accidental pauses, in the early mornings before you
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No. 47
The jacket you wore all last
The jacket you wore all last year Suddenly feels too puffy,
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No. 51
Until you find the color
Can you arrange the blocks And place yourself within? Can you draw the intricate maze
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No. 57
Remember when you
Remember when you wrapped the string around your tiny
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No. 88
How'd you know the echo of colors
How'd you know the echo of colors Of those Suzuki strings Would sing across decades,
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No. 95
A chamber of the overcome
You'll be taken back one day To the room you worked your entire life to escape,
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No. 115
Access Revoked
A girl skipped a stone across a crystal lake, the ripples shatter the surface of your skin. You look down at the puddle in the starless darkness—
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