Author: Prena subba
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to all the amelie we had in our lives.
amelie was the new girl who sat next to me in a eleventh grade math class and doodled stars at the edge of her book. amelie was that eccentric, kind, innocent, imaginative, passion obsessed work of wonder for a human. i listened to her ingenuity for hours, painted sunsets with her and borrowed books from…
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a million tiny things
maybe the entire idea of being alive was never about achieving the greatest maybe it was about doing a thousand tiny little things one at a time loving a million tiny little things one at a time
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growing
i quite don’t remember being fifteen neither am i ready to be twenty five someday i am somewhere in between i am always somewhere half away, exhausted, half scared and sleepy with stomach burns i am that girl whose first love was loneliness the bold blooming wallflower who loved august and emptiness
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Dream in a Dream
I had a dream in a dream, where I woke up on an astoundingly cold floor. The bed beside me in linen silk was untouched, the house was empty as my breath echoed through and through. My body ached bitterly in an unloving exhaustion and my eyes were blood shot swollen. I slowly wiped them…
Prena Poetry 