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Malfunction [Freeverse Poetry]

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I was the definition of a malfunction. A machine that had feelings. How funny. Machines aren’t supposed to¬†feel. They aren’t supposed to cry or laugh. But I do. I’m a machine that feels. One that hurts every moment I swallow oil to lubricate my gears. One that hurts every moment I flip the “On” switch on the side of my …

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Tumbling Forward [Freeverse Poetry]

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As I fumble, my heart tumbles under the waves of your laughter. My insides feel warm as the sound of your joy swirls inside me, bringing me nowhere else but here. Away from my sorrows. Away from my darkness. Just here. In our everlasting enthusiasm, our quality quirks, our friendship that fuels my moments in the present. My moments of …