This is a place for sonnets and villanelles, if not serious in tone, at least serious in form.
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Back then I couldn't tell you how I felt. / I wasn't in your little social clique. / We learned to play the hands that we were dealt. / You were the queen, and I was just a freak. / But high school
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Unwritten stories breathe and break away.
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So many good options, impossible to choose.
