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there are places where petals lie
and sweetness lies beneath.

the wind may blow
and rains may carry
the mark and scar away

and grass may grow
to bind the earth
but hearts part pocked and frayed

i hold
i see
sweet life
too short
still made
still born
eternal

 

just like ghosts,
feelings don’t stay buried,
despite the mounds of world we heap upon them.

ground opens wide, receives, and closes,
and in the place i lay you down,
i trim with tears and roses.

 

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