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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2212226
Created for: Search for a WDC Heart Throb Poet
Searching eyes of a tiny, impish child
Propped on a small, wooden chair
Against a window pane frosted;
The outer streets blanketed.
All prior tracks disappear
As the flakes continue
Quelling the hope
Of glimpsing
Her father
Coming
Home.
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