Poems from hannahbreathes

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18-years-old. Cinnamon rolls and broccoli. Dancing and writing (obviously!) Fighting the fight against cystic fibrosis.
Sheets
The sun went down, but I'm still here.    There's still a tube inside me.       My dinner tray is in the sink.          The whiteboard says...
The Children of the Third Floor
Each morning, the white sun rises over Jasper Street.         It peeks over the maple trees,                     it hides from cloud to...