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I long for them To frolic freely without a worry To come home at night without school work I long for them to play in

Silenced voices haunt the rooms pressing me to question myself. Abandoned and left with words and pictures from the past I crouch in the moonlight

Illustration by Tatyana Safronova FU JK by Kyle Dunbar When you told us to believe there were Owls that carried letters And half-giants that raised

I grasp the color between my thumb and index finger, light and flexible Glide the pastel against paper like it’s a skate on ice, smooth and

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