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Mar 2016
I do not ask the sorrow to stop, but further

to take my grief from me

would unravel the singlest thread yellowing

in my gut

dropping as feathers


gold things

heavier than the world of you

unfolding and folding as a sea of dust

in my serpentine universe

I shouldn’t ever ask it to stop


as a stone I worry it

cherished as the only open glade

of my tangled mind
Chelsea Chavez
Written by
Chelsea Chavez  Fairfield, CA
(Fairfield, CA)   
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