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Spilled Ink

activating the power of our youths' voices through poetry

“Come knowing I'll give you my word

That if you fall in the forest when there's no one around

I will be there before you land

Come be everything you are, my love

Come love this world, come hate it too

Come undone, come falling apart

Come every age you have ever been

Come tantrum in the grocery store

Come screaming for what's sweet

Come willing to spill

Willing to stay in the windows of the angry church

Come nervous-brave

Come tender as the trees, forgiving the books for asking to be made”


An excerpt from Good Light by Andrea Gibson 

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