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[claire_writes]

I never thought I could hate the light.
The winter makes you long for it-
like the last drops of coffee
rolling around the bottom of your mug-

while trying to inhale
the bland and jagged
scales of a textbook.

In the summer it is all the lunacy
of the world running naked
through your bedroom
of yellow curtains-

yellow curtains-
shit for decisions.

its that younger sibling
of the seasons-
the one that never quite
matches up
and just whines

with rainbow streamers of questions
attached to the
innocent barrels of their ears-

the sun never shuts up.