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Dec 2016
A light by the hall,
A key under the mat,
An extra plate on the table
Habits
Have such a habit
Of not leaving,
The way she keeps watering dead flowers
Hoping they’ll grow back
Hoping that if she just keeps
Giving them what flowers need,
They’ll stop being dead
Can someone
Anyone
Tell her
They’re never coming back?
Lynde Rose
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Lynde Rose
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