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Feb 2019
call me a fool, but I truly believe
that if I do not pour every drop
of emotion from my being
into the dirt of this world then
I will never know if any thing
was meant to grow.

there are hidden, thirsty
seeds between the blades
of grass begging for what
I shared with those already
bloomed.

dear Father, now I see.

02.04.19
Hannah Marze
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Hannah Marze  Texas
(Texas)   
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