Tue, 12/15/2015 - 12:46 -- 063304

I used to be made of the leftover sand that spilled out of the sandbox

And the creaking noise the swings made when you jumped on.


I used to be made of the crusty Playdough that stuck to your fingers

and the melted crayon stains on your shirt.


I used to be made of worn out stuffed animals

and children's movies that were watched way too many times.


Now I am made of occasionally used textbooks

and pencils that always disappear.


Now I am made of old t shirts

and tennis shoes that have been worn down to the bottom.


Now I am made of sweat stains from yesterday's workout

and tear stains on crumpled papers.

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