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MORGEN NUDEL COPYWRITER

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JUST IN TIME

The heart on my sleeve is

overcompensating for the lack

In my chest, a cold stone

Ice cream that doesn’t melt

And seeps into

My lungs and bones.

There’s so much I want to say

But just doesn’t sound right

When we say it in my car at

Midnight

Watching our friends go home

Watching the clock turn

-Morgen Nudel

She's A Poet

~Get moody with me ~

Besides sad poetry and serious ad stuff, I also dabble in blog writing. I recently got the super cool opportunity to write for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation blog, where I got to talk about my life with CF.
Check it out:
CF Blog

Around we go,

You know I’m no good and

I love the attention

But I’m so bored of

My own damn reflection.

I keep telling myself

“It’s my mind, not me”

Who keeps seeing that useless bitch

In front of me,

But all I see right now

Is you and me chugging

The wine I bought us

The night that

My heart was on my sleeve.

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Blog Work

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