
Days falling away into memories
faded and fuzzed around the edges
burned up and ready to be recalled
or thrown out with the morning trash.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees