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Jan 2016
He planted every single seed,
he raised and treasured every ****,
he had a garden for the moon,
a lunar garden that grew the stars,
a nebula in a small town cape,
he had a tree as green as gold,
it’s two hands held an orb of stone,
he had a window opened wide,
to see the galaxy inside,
his little room that grew the moon,
and all the stars inside it.
Anna Eaton
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