Fleeting thoughts like passing memories All I can think about When I look at my brother As he sleeps on …

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A few minutes on the sample table with Poppy, a piece of popcorn chicken Every day, I am bombarded and …

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My mom labels everything in our fridge. Chicken? Labeled. Pasta? Labeled. Hotdogs? Labeled. And they are not even special types …

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