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Sep 2014
Your educaton is futile
When your spirit
Becomes a star

Years spent carving you
A shape with no edges
To fit their perfect mold
Your true shape
Kept by bones

You're now a part of the earth
From which you were born
One ear pushed to the dirt
And you'll hear your soul

You'll never truly pass
Remaining
Tucked in the smiles you created
Because you were too young to go.
Grace Nicole Espinoza
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