Emily Walker Poems

You’re getting low on alibi,
And it’s no wonder, you’re going
Under
The waves.
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She might be your guardian angel,
But I’m your shooting star.
You’re begging for a meteor,
And a new moon.
...

I saw her, there,
Pushing her hands out towards
The sleeting sky,
Never ending tears mingled with
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No, I haven’t seen you in years,
But I still hear your voice,
Pressed against my right earlobe.
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