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no other option

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she stands waiting
thinking about those
daffodils
screwed over by the
indecisive winter
it is too easy
to live inside this house
observing the blankets of snow that
cover everything
make it all blank
erase life from memory
it is too easy
to live inside this house
barefoot on old carpet
alone
but somehow she stands waiting
with hope blossoming in
fiery shades
against her calm
knowing that this winter
has to end
because there is
no other
option