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December 17, 2009
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Tarnished hands, stuck in my pockets,
Worn cap smothers straggly hair,
Collar turned up agianst the wind.
I wander past bundled houses,
Cozy and warm,
With memories on their mantles.
Fires burn within,
Windows glint in the afternoon,
Stealing a bit of the sun's claim to fame.
Sigh and keep walking,
Reprinting my footsteps,
Looking for the end of this circle,
Wondering if I chose the right path.

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ShernayB. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 20, 2010 at 3:25 pm
Beautiful. :)
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