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May 2020
poor plants
I pulled off so many dead things
off these
poor plants
polishing
riding them of festering ants
watering
quench their thirst
helping the hurt
plants first
as a mother
I have an overwhelming urge
to nurture
to care
to leave this earth
as beautiful as it ever was
so forever I will pull
off with this dead
plants first
polish
pulling weeds
nif
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nif  26/F/STL/SC
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