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birdsong
and roses
this imaginary garden
  Jan 21 Christian Bixler
Liana
I'm sorry
But you have to stay

I'm not ready to make a star for you yet
I make a star for every person that I lose. This is about my grandma, but also about some of my friends that I am concerned about. She wants to stay, they don't. This also goes for you. Yes, you. Please stay here with the rest of the mentally ill poets taking it one day at a time ❤️❤️❤️‍🩹
after all
disappointment and a cold day
a bowl of soup
bluebird courting
on each branch he bobs
up and
down
well-loved cardigan
I glance at everything
but the calendar
dawn light -
the weight of the air
settles in
Slow morning
evening after snow
the trees limbs
are limned in light
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