Poem: The Schoolyard

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Callused palms, and grass-stained elbows. Their cheeks flushed with afternoon play. My heart jolts in my chest at the sound of pierced screams, before I look up to see them laughing. They tug and swing on shined monkey-bars, daring each other to kiss the girl next to them.   I
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