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Apr 2017
I watch.
And I stare,
I gaze upon you as the sunlight's
rays of gold,
Shine down on your ill, fair skin
And reveals the stark contrasted hills
Upon your cheeks

It pains me
As I ever so desire
To offer you the land
The soil
Through which you so greatly need
To thrive
And fill in the great distance
From the bottom to the top of your hills
But for now,
Exist
As much as you can
Under the sun's limited energy
As a fragile flower does

And it pains me so
To watch, as the months go by
And the castes shadows
Beneath your every bone
Sinks
And falls deeper into darkness
Olive Dyer
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Olive Dyer  22/F/Michigan
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