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Feb 2019
I wait
For those days
When the earth is warm
And the sun shines bright

I wait
For the earth to dry
And dirt becomes dust
Kicked into the sky

I wait
For the sky to show
its festival colors
as we drift into the night

I wait
For that day
I can comfortably
Go outside
Winter is the worst season at all because i am isolated inside. Summer i can be as free as i feel.
Dominic Miles Crowl
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Dominic Miles Crowl  17/M/Pennsylvania
(17/M/Pennsylvania)   
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