Contributor: Janea Dominique
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New Holiday
We put up the tree
cheer gives way to a silence-
but our star is gone.
Morphe
A small fluffy brush,
brown colors blend and sparkle-
one finished eye pops.
Home
Unwanted tears fall,
the cold air bites at my cheek-
its warm in her arms.
Camp Counselor
Tomato red skin
kids running through the sprinklers,
nothing beats my job.
Runners
Salty, soft and pink,
came so far on your journey-
don’t die young salmon.
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Janea Dominique is an adrenaline junkie who sneaks into abandoned asylums and rides dirt bikes in the desert. She also is a homebody, often curled up on the couch with a cup of tea in her lap and a Disney film playing on the TV.
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