Don’t Let Me Grow Cold by Nicole Kapise-Perkins The teakettle’s whistlingis the music of sunrise musings:when I was youngerI wanted to collect the stars.I had a heart full of ghosts and strawberry daydreams;I was a small-town girl with big dreams:a carnival of stars would get me there,I wouldn’t disappear like a glacierwaiting for summer,instead I…

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