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Sep 2015
you send me pictures
of the flowers you saw this morning
and told me you think of me
everytime you see something beautiful


what saddens me is not that you are so far away
rather, that we let a fire with the ability to burn down acres
die into a flame barely strong enough to light the way


*we have become limited to
photographs & greeting cards.
it's a heart for sale, who's buying?
mk
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mk
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