634.

The older I get
the more appreciation
I have for things like

compliments and those
characterizations best
deemed subtle and kind.

633.

Made into nothing
by the repetition of
other girls like me.

632.

For every second
I stand stuck, the world moved on
beyond in mocking.

631.

He dressed me up in
his dreams, ignoring the drop
when waking occurred.

630.

A memory's thread,
tied back into everything
I want to forget.

629.

A furious march
of wings and beaks, turned toward
the sun in pleading.

628.

The sky is bright and
grass reaching, a second of
spring in full cycle.