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Jun 2016
I keep planting
My hands in the dirt.
Keeping the weeds clear-
Making the garden grow.
Repeating the thought that
There is healing there
Maybe even for me.
I never wanted to be buried
Under ground.
I have already known
Too much darkness.
But there are days
When I have to wonder
If I planted this old set
Of creaking bones--
Would something more beautiful grow?
Emily B
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Emily B  45/F/Kentucky
(45/F/Kentucky)   
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