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I stare at the clouds

Sitting softly in the sky

Above the place I call home

A small swing

Sways slowly

Tied to a tall tree 

The wind whistles

And a leaf falls to the ground

Without the faintest sound

A mouse scurrys

Across the ground

To reach a hidey hole

The sun glares down

And shadows dance

Behind a tall oak

My home rests here

In the feeling of security

Love

And nature.

 
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EverlastingWaves

VT

16 years old

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    Thoughts after the fair

    I’ve never enjoyed the feeling of being sick to your stomach on a fair ride. Maybe I just don’t have the iron-willed intestines that all of my friends seem to have, because I get sick from going on the teacups at a normal speed.

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    october, my love

    october,
    my love,
    it is good to see you once again.

    although it appears i have missed
    your grand entrance,
    while i left the room.

    i walked along the street to visit you,
    and looked up,

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    scratches

    skin pulled taut and tight
    burning like the light
    that seeps through cracks
    underneath the door

    from stray branches and walking
    throughout the woods, balking
    at the idea
    of no path

    water rests on skin

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