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Sia Harms
Poems
Feb 20
grass quilt
The grass was a quilt,
Every blade the straggly
End of colored yarn that
Was never woven into
β¨The fabric properly.
I sat in the center,
Pulling them out in
Handfulls, tears in my
Eyes over the mess that
My life had become.
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