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in the daylight her face just sleeping
one small ear poking out
her covers rise
and fall
her braided hair
in the lamplight
and daylight
dim shower
this blue screen
washes over me
It was nostalgic writing this.
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
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