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A beautiful and sobering sight you
On tear-watered earth among
Plants stretched tall to meet your waist
Green living efforts free from
Abstract tethers tied to fears
Of unsent letters and flowers
Dead in my hands
Like your perfume or fingerprints it lingers
Like small notes left strewn about
To remind me that I am not able
My plot lies in winter fallow
Such a harsh divide
Your garden green
Against the little left of mine
That still breathes and your eyes plead
“Thou mayest, just try
You don’t have to be mean my Cal
Your fears block me out”
Like your perfume or fingerprints it lingers
Like small notes left strewn about
To remind me that I am not able

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