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by Kelsey Balling, 16, Troy, Michigan

I stand here
In the tall and thick
Grass outside of
Your front door
Tall to my knees
Thick like your hair
I'm waiting for you
To see a sliver of me
Through the oh-so-typical
Vertical blinds of your
Images of my eyes skimper
On the outskirts of your
Conscious mind
I'm waiting, waiting, waiting
Through storms torrential enough
To rip the dead skin from
My bare body
Through winds harsh enough
To stop my breath
Waiting for you

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