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Back in NY For a Visit: David S.

By Madeline On December 31, 2014 · Add Comment
Back in NY for a visit,
The joy that i feel is exquisite,
With the loss of one baby,
I thought that just maybe
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Black Lives Matter: Eli C.S.

By Madeline On December 29, 2014 · Add Comment
Black lives matter, protests in
the streets.
emotions running in the crowd
no justice,
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Broken, Twisted, and Bare: Nevin S.

By Madeline On December 23, 2014 · Add Comment
Broken, twisted, and bare
The trees were laughing at them,
The Christmas shoppers and weary
souls in between
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A Day in the City: Patricia H.

By Madeline On December 15, 2014 · Add Comment
A day in the city
Fun time with a friend
Until she informed
the fun will soon end.
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Sway: Kathryn H.

By Madeline On December 13, 2014 · Add Comment
Sway
means persuasion
also the movement
on the A train
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Stars: Craig K.

By Madeline On December 6, 2014 · Add Comment
Stars on a paper cup
In New York that’s where
They go
When they fall from the street
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The Bus Honks: Kvon C.

By Madeline On December 5, 2014 · Add Comment
The bus honks
The seat rocks
the people slide
what a bumpy ride
when the green light comes on
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Dilemma: Michael H.

By Madeline On November 30, 2014 · Add Comment
dread
greed
perfidious
need
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Sometimes on the Train: Lisa C.

By Madeline On November 22, 2014 · 2 Comments
Sometimes on the train
I count the earphones + ipods
To see how many people are
Somewhere else
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Jagged Edges: Joshua S.

By Madeline On November 20, 2014 · Add Comment
Jagged edges
sharp corners
cold - emotionless
but quiet
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