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35 lines
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<title>pressed flower petals - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>pressed flower petals</b></p>
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<p>published: 2-27-2019</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>a voyage to the deeps of my grandmother's basement<br />
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where I was born in the fog and the mist<br />
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in the midst of a dying god's death throes<br />
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marking the genesis of my woes</p>
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<p>you and I sit a whole world away<br />
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while in the wires tangled around my wrists we play<br />
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neither here nor there nor anywhere</p>
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<p>sometimes I wonder if the best of my days are gone<br />
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swept up in the wind and scattered to the horizon<br />
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the only proof that this ever happened some hastily-scrawled poems<br />
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and photographs of the places where we breathed<br />
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and blushing pink flower petals, pressed in these pages for all time</p>
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<p>Independence Park, where the clouds used to go by,<br />
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as a newborn, you cradled me tight and then watched me fly<br />
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now, as I yearn to go back and remember who I am<br />
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will you sing me one last lullaby?</p>
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