Poems from Cassidy Paredes

SANCTUARY

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The worn-out spine, I grasp too hard.

But it’s what I have.

It’s all I have.

My bitter poems I hold too dear.

It’s what I have.

It’s all I have.

They won’t leave me— they wouldn’t dare.

It’s what I have.

It’s all I have.

It’s what I am.

Ded. My escape, my sanctuary

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MY SUNSHINE

MY GAMES

CAPTURED

I’M WITHOUT YOU

EMPTY WELL

FLYING

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