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High up above or down below
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Sweet Prince
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"Prayers that are made out of grass"
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I opened my eyes in spring
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How could you not be breathing?
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Deep pinks stain me with reminders of you
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Handful of faint kisses
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Goodbye, once more
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"The moon was never the same shape..."
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"To lose myself inside this soft world--"
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"Why should time take away that day by the river?"
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"What winds will my song ride?"
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Light enough to melt in your mouth
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Goodbye, once more (pt. 2)
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"We must bring our own light to the darkness."
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I thought about the sunsets I had created
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"Well, rise high, then, to the belly of the clouds."
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Hello, little one.
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"The world comes into the poem."
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First the colors. Then the humans.
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They are saying exactly what I want to say
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Walk, lightly, upward
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As Childhood Slips From Your Fingers
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Little friend
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Healing Place
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Evolving from sunlight to heartbreak
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"The sky is soft today, Max..."
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Arms peeling like the skin of the sycamores