poem seven.

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her plants have names her toes spread shoveling dirt nestling like birds cradling a cup of tea she sips singing a comfortable tune gathering seeds like memories

poem six.

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i can still taste the air feel the cool air and his hands as they dared deftly dancing to help me see

poem five.

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before i was i spun around and around choosing between futures but now i stand afraid of what might become of...

poem four.

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then shines the sun on an endless sea reflecting your perfect madness imperfection seeps into the roots