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God
As children we are taught God was the big man in the sky
He who watches over, tall and overbearing
Thorns stapled to his head and bleeding, he was resurrected for us
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He Who Watches
A branch hangs low pulled lower by a decorated box
Inlaid with blue and red faded by the elements the box hangs
It floats strung up with ever so thin twine
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Lights Up
A person gone within thin air
A colorful soul who was granted a short guarantee
A person
A being
You spoke to me
To many others
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Her Morning
The spark of a lighter ignites her morning
Her pipe lies resting on her lips
It is a deep brownish purple color tattered with flecks of dark ash
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The Lady With the Garden
I think I know the lady at the end of the street, the one with the gardens
When I am running we exchange glances as she plants lilies in various shades
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Blueberry Harvest
I want to pick blueberries with my mom again
Sunlight warming my cheeks
Her gentle hands touching me
Tasting the sweetness of both the fruit and her words
Loves
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1893
It was just a fluke that I happened to see
The ghost of a girl in 1893
I didn't think much of her, tried to ignore
But then she came 'round in 1894
A spirit was not something that I had wanted
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My Childhood Home
My childhood home is filled with plants,
plants that we never water
but are somehow still alive.
Its island is littered with junk mail,
different types of olive oil,
stray flakes of salt,