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this is my routine;
come home from school
open to this the first chance I get
write.
Write
write
write
all I do
every day
writing out my heart
wondering who will read this
checking for tiny writes and book club posts
this is my routine
this is my life
write write write
read read read
maybe post about a new book I finished
nerd out with other people over random things
this is my happy place
I love you guys :)
I'm
confused
did I do it
what happened?
You were melancholy earlier
what is going on
what did I miss
was it me?
You talk in subtle hints
but what are you hinting at?
The world is muted
muffled
as the snow sprinkles your hair
lice,
you remember a friend calling it once in 5th grade
you got mad at him for that.
On the hearth
there is a fireplace
it has a pile of chopped logs,
coals,
torn up pieces of newspaper
awaiting their burnt endings
On the hearth
a fire burns
flickering and crackling
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