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Sarah Michelle Feb 2017
The day of her death,
I paint her face on a piece
of old lined-paper
Sarah Michelle Feb 2017
Crown of leaves circling
the highway, their friends driving
shoulder to shoulder.
Sarah Michelle Feb 2017
She caught my eye, I
don't know why; her everything
awoke me from sleep.
Sarah Michelle Feb 2017
His Voice vibrates in
his bones not only to his
own ears but others'
Sarah Michelle Feb 2017
She had a tattoo
Of dandelions on her
Pale, beautiful wrist
Sarah Michelle Feb 2017
There were flowers in
Her hair when she first saw her.
They were baby's breath.
Sarah Michelle Dec 2016
like to see what they see
I'd like to be what I'm going to be
right now, not then, not later,
not someday.
Just when I thought I was going to be a bad picture,
they bet their money on me,
have so much hope for me,
know me, believe in me
think of me as some great thing.

I disagree
They insist.
They spend their money to see me.
I tell them beauty is relative,
but they make way
for me
and I indulge
in my fame.

This isn't the love I want,
but they love me anyway.
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