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Mar 2021
our children are all gone
walked out of our door
into the wild of the world
so we packed up our dreams
in various sized boxes
emptied our walls of all we had to say
every item collected
wrapped neatly in sheets of paper
with my head tilted sideways
I write stories in remembrance of what was
as your legs swiftly keep pace
pushing us forward to what is
Written by
Alicia  42/F/Southern California
(42/F/Southern California)   
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