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Jan 2015
On Thanksgiving Day
Sweet smells leaped
From the kitchen and danced
Upstairs and woke me up

Later, the grim reaper disguised
As my mother in a fluffy bath robe came in,
Looked me in the eye and stole
A small portion of my heart

It took only a second,
For my heart to sink to the ocean floor,
for my body disintegrate in the water,
all I had left, was the burning flame behind my eyes

The day I knew you were gone,
I swirled the turkey and mashed potatoes on my plate,
And couldn't think of anything
To be thankful for.
Liz Stevens
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Liz Stevens  Omaha, NE
(Omaha, NE)   
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