- The skyline
kisses the twinkling
city lights,
cars bustle by
and the moon glows
on my goose-bumped legs.
- Early in the
morning, the
plastic rake snatches
the rustic leaves,
holding them captive
in the bag cage.
- Tears are replaced
by a nervous snicker
as the lecture ensues,
teaching me the
rights and wrongs of
the life I must
survive.
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