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Dec 2012
I might as well lie with the flowers,
my body their grand gesture.

they understand my grief.

I draw tick marks on the hours,
releasing each weighted breath.

aching only with relief.

even happiness induces showers,
postmark my heart and send it off.

words acting as a thief.

I’ll always lie along with flowers.

body no more concrete.
Rikky S Anderson
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