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    The speaker finds comfort in a stuffed animal at night, using its familiar shape to ease feelings of emptiness from being alone in bed. During the day, the stuffed animal hides among clutter on the floor or under blankets, no longer speaking to the speaker as it once did. The speaker wishes the stuffed animal could talk to them again like it did in the past.

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    The speaker finds comfort in a stuffed animal at night, using its familiar shape to ease feelings of emptiness from being alone in bed. During the day, the stuffed animal hides among clutter on the floor or under blankets, no longer speaking to the speaker as it once did. The speaker wishes the stuffed animal could talk to them again like it did in the past.

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    The Way You Used To

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    Emily Jude Olszewski
    The speaker finds comfort in a stuffed animal at night, using its familiar shape to ease feelings of emptiness from being alone in bed. During the day, the stuffed animal hides among clutter on the floor or under blankets, no longer speaking to the speaker as it once did. The speaker wishes the stuffed animal could talk to them again like it did in the past.

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    The Way You Used To

    Matted fur grazes my cheek


    Beady, black eyes buried beneath your beige coat
    They reach for mine
    The familiarity of your shape
    Brings me a sense of ease
    It oozes through my being
    But I only reach for you at night
    When I am reminded of the unbearable emptiness
    Which I share with my bed
    In the day light
    Youve fallen to the floor
    Hidden in the shadows
    Of dirty socks, lint, and gum wrappers
    Or you hide beneath my sea of blankets
    An arm reaches out from the soft, pink folds
    Sometimes I see you breathing
    And I wish that you would speak to me
    The way you used to

    Emily J. Olszewski, September 7
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    , 2014
    Creative Writing: Poetry

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