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Oct 2021
she is green
like the jealousy she seethed with
she was attached to the hip
at least that's what they all said
but in reality
she wanted to be him
to be best friends with me

he is blue
like the tears that escape him
he was my best friend
he is si depressed he steals his own heart beat
from me
from his family
from a planet that didn't love him

she is green
like the grass that grows on his grave
like the trees that line a meadow just for him and i
and she does not wait long
to replace his heartbeat
filling the quiet meadow
that i only shared with him
with sounds of anger and sadness
leaving its sacred ground broken

he is blue
like the flowers on his casket
as hes lowered into the dirt
like the blue bells that grew in our meadow
taken from me entirely
lost to me
lost to his family
lost to a planet that never loved him
but when im alone
his screams find me
and i wonder back to the now tainted
meadow
Melanie Jackson
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Melanie Jackson  17/F/corning ny
(17/F/corning ny)   
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