where are the people i love
where are my thunderstorms
where is the mail
where is my nerf machinegun
where are those dreams last night
where are my eyeglasses
where are my snacks
cigarettes
paper
pens
i can only see the open window
by a phone
near some stamps
& a little kid playing alone
happy with an empty
box
by a tree in the yard
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