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Lonely calls,Don't answer.Lonely sneaks you a note, Shake your head,You’re busy.Lonely taps you on the shoulder,Brush it off.Lonely interrupts your walk.Sorry, am joining friends.Lonely scoffs.Haven’t yet met them but will, just wait.Lonely appears at the door—Sorry, wrong address.Lonely persists—Peers in the window late at night,Sees a crack,Razors forward.Stop. Turn the tables—Hey Lonely,Take my hand,Let’s grab a book, pour a bath, andDance.   Subscribe to Writing from the Cabin Type in your email and hit "Subscribe" to be notified of new Writing…

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It Happened Late Valentine’s Day Night

The leftover roses whispered bloom to bloom, held thorns, then leapt from the flower shop window. The escaped roses drank in the night sky, breathed real air, rubbed buds against dandelion fluff, smiled as tired petals fluttered to the ground, rejoiced in dewy grass. Remembered the sweet taste that came from stretching roots into rich, loamy soil, rediscovered life outside. What does being a leftover rose on Valentine’s Night matter--when you can dance barefoot in dewy morning grass, gaze at…