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THE STAIRCASE
I close my eyes to sleep,
and what do I see?
The stairs from my
elementary school.
I hear children’s voices
as they dash to their classes.
I hear their shouts
as they run to the basement for lunch.
I can’t see their faces
but only hear their voices.
All I can see is the empty staircase,
the lone echo of my childhood.
