The salad dressing
On my pretty white dress
Pressing and compressing
Till everything’s a mess
Salad spilled
Buzz killed
Brutus, too
Hail Cesar
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- Christina Michelle Amendola
- If sparkles are daydreams, and they are, then I must have sat in a lot of puddles. I like it when things sparkle. When they don’t, it’s less interesting. Sometimes I can’t stand how normal life is, so I look for sparkles. I carry daydreams that keep me alive. I space out and long car rides are exciting; the car becomes a spaceship at my beckoned call. I carry an imagination that lets me be as influential as I choose, and as beautiful as I believe. How else can a person get through the day? I carry the reason to live through every minute: the lambent dreams that live life. Also, it seems more often than not the tangible world I am creating, steals me. So outside the rhyme: I'm hard to read.
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