Jen Chen

Wisps of shiftless grey puff and curl

A lick of fire
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Remember when we were explorers?

The world was a blank slate which we drew upon
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Unfurrow the mast, ready the sails

If only to be
once again
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Can I sit with you?

Thank you
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My sister's soul was spotless, mine was spotted by design
They were hues of different colors
That did not fall in line
I was angry, I was crazy, I was shouting all the time
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I was born into the world wrapped in two pairs of loving arms
That promised to protect me
From anything and everything
I was born with a sense that I could be anything and everything
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I cry into nothingness
My confidence has long disintegrated
Into a cold unfeeling ash
The world is a mix of puzzle pieces
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