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Mar 2015
bury my heart in the field
in the tall grass,
drenched with sunset
for it will grow there

tell your lover
to come to the field
take her by the hand
pull her close
in the tall grass,
kiss her with the sunset
for it will grow there

to your lover:
tell your son or daughter
and their sister and brother
to go to the the tall grass
in the field

bury your heart
bury it deep in the earth.
and love,
for it will grow there
Sam Stone Grenier
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Sam Stone Grenier  25/M/Wisconsin
(25/M/Wisconsin)   
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