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Jolted; piercing screeches awake me.
Searching for their owner I'm drowned in an ocean of tears,
Stinging open wounds.

Shocked, I become frozen.
My legs cinder blocks;
unable, unwilling to move.

Light casts a shadow upon my fathers face.
He looks old,
broken by life's strong hand.

The clock taunts me
my sister dashes by,
the speed of light.

Cracks in the wood,
splintering.
Baby blades of grass.

Focus,
focus.





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