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I know I will never understand your pain,
But I can try.
I can hold you up,
When your legs don't work no more.
I can wipe the tears from your eyes.
I can squeeze your hand,
And smile at your Beautifull face.

You make my life so loud.
Now I like the noise.

Even though your only in her mind,

I still hear your voice,

in my mind and everywhere.

All faces turn into yours,

No one is you.

When my brain is caving in,

You will be my last thought.

His hands,
I never thought,
That hands could be that beautiful.
I never thought,
That I would draw his hands,
Over and over.
All through my sketchbook.
 

Amelia,
A.
An Ashy anteater atop and aloof, abided anyone adament againt airborn adventurers. 

In my family,
Every thanksgiving.
Even when we had to be on zoom,
Miles away, 
But still so close.
We write down,
All the things we are grateful for.
Every grateful has its own paper,
Lined by a beautiful scrap,