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Apr 2016
Peaceful noontime on Saturdays,
Teasing my sisters about their bad grammar,
Petting the cats as they snuck downstairs,
Building with Bionicles,
Talking to my friends.
My grandmas coming over,
My indescribably weird dreams,
Having my own bedroom,
Creating my world of stories,
Huddled in my dim room of treasures.

I haven't changed much.
Malcolm Eaves
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Malcolm Eaves
365
   Nat Lipstadt
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