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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe day after I unpacked my thingsand settled back down to claim peace,the sun came out.It had been absent for daysand the storm in my heart poured rain,the gray skies mourning with my life.And today as I sit by the window with the sunI feel the longing of nostalgia for better days.I smell times past upon the air;in the orange sun that refuses to warm the frigid breeze.And although my heart is empty,I am home.