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Jan 9
how did we get here,
through a tear
or another
mundane year?

but we have to move
and part with the past
in order to last,
our lives were meant
for good things
and
birds that sing,

so I will not cry
but you and I
must wake up to
the new sun in the sky.
Written by
Kathryn Heim
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