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I want an upstairs with carpet

I want an upstairs with carpet Gray carpet that feels like it's been lived in Not too lived in, but enough to hold memories

I want a piano that fills the quiet home with music I want a piano that will carry nights long past their bedtime and play in the background of children's minds as they giggle in bed

I want an upstairs that will host those children Children that will not remember each other's names nor faces, but will remember their short time spent together They will ache to remember their fleeting childhood friends whom they spied upon the grownups with

They will think of the upstairs railing and carpet that they stared down upon the grownups at the piano on Wishing that they could go back and savor the music filled moments that are given and do not require labor

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I like car lights at night

I like car lights at night I like street lights at night I like lights at night

They remind me of being young On they way home I look forward to the destination When mom and dad would carry me inside

I doze in and out in the left side of the Toyota 4Runner There is no music playing My father doesn't like music in the car It is a waste of battery

But I am safe And I am tired And I will be cared for before I fall asleep

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Christmas in the Police House

my souls lays in the police house where I was a child where I was a girl where I sat on the ground and cut wrapping paper I remember the older girls flawlessly slicing through the paper they were not jagged or strained they sliced through the paper without putting any though they were unaware of the desire their actions brough to my seven year old mind fourteen years later, two lifetimes later, I still think of them when I cut paper hoping that I will be as seamless and thoughtless that my hands won't strain that there won't be any misshapen segments that I will wake up and know how to carve the delicate things in my life the things that are meant to conceal protective packaging

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dropping some hot poetry because I keep having flashbacks to being a child