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My bangs fall into my eyes as my mother's wail rises another octave. I close my eyes and bite back the tears, feeling the warmth of blood ooze onto my ...

Note: This poem style is called a glosa. It's where you take four previously published lines from music, literature, or prose and write four stanzas that close with the lines. ...

Breathe for love tomorrow, ‘cause maybe there’s another way.Breathe (Until Tomorrow) - ParamoreThe sun painted Leah’s eyelids pink as she lay on the cool grass. She watched as the pink ...