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By LittleMissSunshine08_11, Boston, MA

Despite the greyness,
And the steady wind
Thump-thump-thumping branches
Across my Daydream Window,
Poured a steamy smell: coffee
Through the crack under my bedroom door,
Staining my senses,
And peeling my eyes open

It reminded me, Irene,
That right before
You come round,
Teenage girl,
Howling and sobbing in our ears
About things that don’t matter,
The world takes a nap

She’s gotta hold firm soon…
With strong brownish grains,
Almost microscopic, making that impenetrable wall
Below our feet,
The one we never appreciate
And walk all over

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