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 May 2018 Elinor
oh me oh my
when i arrived,
i rose as a sunrise.

as i grew,
i became his noon.

and i grew,
and i became dusk.

and now,
i am the night,
but he wanted day.

i hope he loves me anyway.
forever searching for my grandfather's approval
between
the pages
of books
you reveal
yourself
in the
soft dusty
pigment
of a
butterfly
wing
- azure blue
like the
summer days
we spent
together
chasing our
laughter

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