My House
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My house is magic in the mornings. / Somehow, while I was sleeping, the air has transformed. / It's cleaner, sharper, new-day air, now. / My mom is on the couch, reading a book and taking large gulps of too-hot tea.
Three in the house
Two sisters arguing,
Screaming all about
The mom stressed out
Goodnight, Lights shut out
Silence is what I’m talking about
- Lakena R.