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Aug 2017
Today
he asked me where god was
when we were talking about space
and I told him I didn't know
and I hope that satisfied him

Tomorrow
he is going to ask me where god was
when his flowers died
and I'll tell him it's in the dying leaves
and I hope that will stop his tears

I hope everything stops his tears
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