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I smoked to fill my lungs
to **** the flowers that grew there
the ones you planted last december
 Dec 2017 Isobel Webster
Shannon
i miss him
           not like
                  when you lose someone close to you  
but like
       when the last petal falls from the last rose
                  when you know spring is over
                              and you wished you'd played in the rain a little more

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