In the end, she fed me
little white lies
like she had a tablespoon
full of broken glass
making airplane noises
all the way to my ears.
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If you were there, you’ll never forget it. For decades, Durham Ice Rink was at the heart of the city’s social life. From Friday night ice discos to crowds roaring on the Wasps every Sunday, not to mention a proud history of figure skating and speed skating, the riverside rink was the place to be.
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Oof, this hit me so hard! This was so emotional and very relatable! Loved this poem!
Well written