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White Washed

She watches her students
through the glass,
daydreams of summer

Her children peel at the pane,
and there’s always a new crack
a new scar to run her finger over

But they never replace this window

they just brush a new layer
over the peeling, chipping wood
hoping it will hold up another year

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