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15h
Dementia
An illness without
reprieve, you died in the night,
such guilty relief

Hibiscus Tea
My hibiscus tea,
bitter as a cold shoulder
it beckons for me

Fall
Crisp air, fallen leaves
of crafty colors, pumpkin
patch, monster hunter

Arizona
Such soft sherbet skies
Beyond these hills and cacti
Stay for sunset… please
Written by
Brooke  16/F
(16/F)   
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