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Oct 2018
the day you died
i carefully
wrapped the delicate parts of myself up
in old blankets i had last used
with you

seeing your mother for the first time after wasn't
easy
searching her eyes for the memories of you
(the baby pictures were my favourite)
you had such little hands.
Written by
Alleigh Peterson  21/washington, d.c.
(21/washington, d.c.)   
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   Fawn and lovelywildflower
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