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august twentieth
by Ava Blui've been unpacking things that have been in
boxes since i was a different person,
when i thought a smile was more than a greeting;
now i see what it truly is,
a hole in the middle of an old life,
and i can't quite get used to it. 08/21/2009 Posted on 08/22/2009
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/22/09 at 02:14 AM There's very likely a million little, very specific and very personal thoughts that go with something like digging through old boxes, coughing on the dust. This piece wraps itself around all those thoughts and creates a wonderful synopsis of them. It doesn't mean it's impersonal. It's just a really strong idea backed by your usual talent for language and voice. Good stuff. Really good stuff. |
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