I am trying to write
trying to find words I see leaves on the ground I hear a plane soar above trumpets or trombones play softly in the back A melody I've never heard the familiar is unfamiliar today birds chirp the sky is blue the wind ruffles my papers I am still put together the familiar is unfamiliar today I am the only one outside that I can see though I hear footsteps all around me A drinking fountain the sound of doors opening and closing a brown purse my brown skin the copper stair case the plane the birds the sky a melody the familiar is unfamiliar today
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