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Jun 2011
From the inception of our lives,
once sheltered in the warmth of the womb,
we wake to bright hospital lights
and our groaning mothers.

From the inception of our days
cocooned in the comfort of the blankets,
we rise to the nakedness
the frigid morning air.

Alarm clocks routinely ending
comfort we were never aware of
until we knew the bitterness
of being exposed to the world.
Alyssa Rose Evans
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Alyssa Rose Evans  Dayton, OH
(Dayton, OH)   
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