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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,

 I walked into the nearly empty diner and was hit by the strong smell of flowers, there was a young woman, sitting by herself, pondering about the world.