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Jan 2021
the city is frozen over
on the first day of the year.
slow to waking up,
I make a cup of coffee to
warm myself up to the
new year.
I make pancakes in the shape of the numbers
"2021".
I stay home
although the time has reset,
the world is still cold
and there's no place for me
yet.
stephanie
Written by
stephanie  23/F/Maryland
(23/F/Maryland)   
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