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I don't want to be apart of the human race,
our heads are getting too big for such a small space,
our souls are lost now, never to be saved
because none of us deserve sanctuary if we are all still depraved
you came in today
and your eyes looked
a little smaller,
and my hair is
a little longer
a little of just
about everything
happened
in me just then
and I remembered
i am not made of
stone.
(c) Brooke Otto 2018

a poem from december.
Sometimes
You feel you are being buried
When you are simply being planted
Remembering Greece,
I imagine you there now:
naked, skilled in spells.

Your toes in the sand,
your bright green eyes radiant:
island conqueress.

   ~mce
Another form that is new to me. Be kind...
Wow! A beautiful sight to see
Extremely beautiful
New grass, gorgeous and green
This refreshing new grass
Has sprouted up overnight
So vibrant and rich,
What color!
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