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May 2015
Photographs
in black and white
of you
adorn my walls

where your lips are dark
your hair is curled
a baby's
on your hip
and your eyes
are black and
plum

as dark as every
cup of coffee
and chocolate covered
orange

It's my first
Mother's day
without you
sans you
missing you
profoundly

You just
exist in
photographs
and endless
memories.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
270
   Azaria
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