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Cristine Sep 2018
In the garden
a coffee on a rounded table
I smell my mother's food
I hear my dad's steps
I see my sister's new dress
I watch the sunset
The skyline is bright
The city calls out our names
to paint it's streets
I feel
I love
Cristine Sep 2018
Now
Hey kid, don't jump
Not yet
Look up
Look around you
Just look at the world
Behold the morning glory
The meanest flower, the ragweed, the soft sky
Juts look for one ******* second.
And start living
Cristine Sep 2018
Son, raise your hands with me
Son, feel the beat with me
Son, dance with me
Your mama is looking for a taste of real life

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