Lauren Gamble Poems

Breathing again.
After so many years.
Another breath.
Too fast are those precious breaths for I am scared I will lose them again.
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One green table.
Six pockets around the edges.

Fifteen balls within a triangle:
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Why are people mean? I wear purple, you wear green. But you make fun of me, anyway.
Why are people mean? I’m a girl, you’re a guy. But that gets in friendship’s way.
Why are people mean? I’m black, you’re white. But that shouldn’t matter to you, by the way.
Why are people mean? I’m gay, you’re straight. But you tell rumours right away.
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