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I write, not because I want to, but because I need to. Otherwise, these flurrying thoughts in my mind won't leave me alone.

To Remember

October 7, 2020

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I am young now
but when I grow old
When my bones grow weary
And my soul gets tired
Take my ashes
The last of my embers
To a lemon garden
Bury them there.
Who knows
One day
I'll seep out
Branches wide out
Into a lemon plant
Yellows and greens
Citrusy fragrances
To remember me by
To remember.

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