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This Year Feels Different
This year feels …
different.
Like there’s anticipation
hanging in the air.
This year feels …
scary.
Like there’s so much
uncertainty
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The Basement Light
Last night, I left the basement light on.
The stairs creaked and my paper-thin pajamas
rustled as the sickly little bulb pulled me close.
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How the sky cries
The sky cries
with rain.
The sky snows for every whispered secret
from under thick blankets
in the dark
for the kid in everyone
that finds joy
the sky hugs with snow.
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