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Poem: Existential Conversations: I. Isolation

“We’re alone,” she says.

“No we’re not,” I responded to her.
I gesture at the café full of people,
she looks down into her empty cup.

“No, I mean we are alone.”

“I’m here with you.”
I smile and reach for her hand,
withdrawing it she looks out the window.

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Poem: A Girl Calm in Turmoil

Mina is the girl all the boys talk about
She’s the one that fills their dreams
And makes other girls doubt who
They are in moments in her presence
No one sees her when she’s alone
With all of her thoughts circling
About her brain like vultures waiting
To swoop and pick apart the remains