Jinx Rivera Poems

Lost in the waves of time,
are the uncertainty of my emotions.
My mind has been broken through my body,
And through the issues people call insignificant.
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Fire. Cold yet hot.
Hostile yet inviting.
Dark yet bright.
It's one of the most peculiar things to me.
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The train was packed, we were sardines. I kept stepping on this guy's foot, I didn't say sorry but I hoped he knew I was
Blue line run, O'hare. I kept hearing that echo beyond my music
I go far enough to know that eventually, I'll have a seat on the train,
Which I did.
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