The nostalgic warmth crawls in my skin,
which chase away the goosebumps,
as I tilt up my chin.

The rising lumps,
in my throat, crash on the shore,
and shred into crumbs.

While the sun's stares bore,
dead deep in my eyes,
I shiver from my core.

Those demons rise,
but my heart feels light.
Surprised, i blink twice.

The feelings that felt tight,
let themselves flow-
magical like dawn after a night.

The Sun glow,
thankful I chuckle,
as it stooped low,
to let its raving light blow.

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