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One Minute
Isaac Brown
One minute gone by. Both hands, maliciously hovering over these make-believe numbers. A deep black hand curls its wretched finger over the vulnerable predecessor. It can only watch as a larger clone of oneself looms over. A parent to a child. The shadow of the ones above conceals the truth, because authority brings corruption. Like a solar eclipse, the moon steals glory from the sun. Abuse means no line of consequence if shrouded in lies, and hands laid fourth on a vessel means nothing to an unsuspecting bystander. Although the hands cross lines, the oblivious eye only witnesses the front. Both hands on twelve as the hour hand cries in agony. If the tale of abuse is told by time, one minute goes by and nobody bats an eye.
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Me and My Crush
Kylie Watkins
Me and my crush together holding hands
Will he be my lover?
He is taking me to a candy shop
Me and my crush together holding hands
One look at the shop, I came to a stop
He bought me a Hershey bar, that made me smile
Me and my crush together holding hands
Will he be my lover?
