Ember Hathaway Poems

I was curled into a ball my head facing the window. The cold sent shivers down my spine. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, huddling for the little warmth from my body.

The sun rose that day. The brightness poured through the dirty window, filling my soul until I thought I would burst.
The sun rose that day.
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Love is young and
love is pain, sweet pain or
bittersweet perhaps,
its only pain because of
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