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Poem written for “One-on-One With Myself” poetry contest, Nette Onclaud, sponsor, February 15, 2026
At the playground's rusted swing set, you wait~ small hands clutching saddle oxford shoes. I kneel; your eyes widen—we share a face. You ask if monsters still hide in the dark. I lie and say no.You grin, relieved. The sun sets. You fade, but your question stays. Never learned to outgrow my shadows.
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