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Jun 2015
The children who walk on the graves
are the horses they reach for
and the horses are the grass they're eating
and the grass is the people who died there
and the people who killed them.
And the bugs are singing the song on the wind
as well as the birds
and they are the trees they perch in
who are the wildflowers growing in the lichen
and the flowers are the children who pick them
and walk on the graves.
Raina Grace
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