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Beneath the Leaves
When the wind blows, leaves follow
A natural cleaning of the world, I assume
A reset, swept under the rug, returned to
That space between Neverland and Narnia
Gone. Never to be seen again -
I Miss
I miss the busy roads
I miss eating out
I miss the positivity
I miss roaming about
I miss going to school
I miss giving hugs
I miss touching someone else
While I’m not wearing gloves
But I miss most of all -
The Imaginary Friend
Boom!
A large hand covered in dark green fur pounds against an invisible window, a young boy sitting on the floor on the other side.
Boom!
The creature the hand belongs to breathes heavily, and grunts with every swing.