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Feb 2021
She lay on the ground, dirt collecting on her bones and in her hair.
Feathers and twigs scatter around her as the raven builds its nest.
A gentle breeze stirs up leaves around her.
It never served her to have a heart of gold.
This poem was written in 2017.
Payton Hayes
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Payton Hayes  Oklahoma City
(Oklahoma City)   
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