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Little Bear Dec 2019
even in autumn
she wore flowers
in her hair

as if
they belonged
next to her beautiful
mind

like the daisies
belonged
growing within
the grass

she was an angel
in a summer dress
whispering
to me
her darkest secrets

like precious gifts
she spilt them
from her sweet tongue
into my mouth

and i knew
i would
never again
go hungry

as i ate

every

single

one
I need to write again, i feel it. In my chest, my heart. I feel it in the back of my throat. It aches so deliciously :)

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