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Small Poems

Days Left
A full two and a half months
two and a half months
2 1/2 months
2 1/2
2.5
2
-Emrayla S.

A Lead Step
One last effort
to push on.
One last breath
of snowy air.
Breathe;
through bridle joints
and pay one last price
for freedom.
You're almost there.
-Emrayla S.

The Storm - After the Power Went Out
glide sleek downward
no sound
I see a loving caring man;
he wants to help.
He doesn't know how.
He's trapped inside this man:
Go away!
You're irritating me.
No I won't do that for you.
No I don't agree with anything you've said.
No I won't...so stop being so...you.
Do you even hear yourself?
glide sleek downward.
He's gone now;
both of them.
-Emrayla S.

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Days Left A full two and a half months two and a half months 2 1/2 months 2 1/2 2.5 2 -Emrayla S.		A Lead Step One last effort to push on. One last breath of snowy air. Breathe; through bridle joints and pay one last price for freedom. You're almost there. -Emrayla S.
	The Storm - After the Power Went Out glide sleek downward no sound I see a loving caring man; he wants to help. He doesn't know how. He's trapped inside this man: Go away! You're irritating me. No I won't do that for you. No I don't agree with anything you've said. No I won't...so stop being so...you. Do you even hear yourself? glide sleek downward. He's gone now; both of them. -Emrayla S.