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Jan 25
I stared at the words
Until the trees outside
My dimming windows
Started to wilt & bend
Down to the ground.
With a hesitant finger,
I struck the key that
Would only delay all
Of my worries:
D-e-l-e-t-e.
Written by
Sia Harms
43
   Green and Emma
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