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--procession--

we dressed them in thinned clouds— no lace, no hymns, just wind. innocence was light enough to carry in a breath. "careful, don't wake her." naïve had shoes tied wrong, "she liked it that way." the earth didn't mind. hope— never still, tossed petals as she went, still believing it was a game. "her new home will always rain daisies." no pallbearers. just memory folding paper cranes in the corners of our silence. by the road side, stood Hate. in tailored quiet, lipstick a stinging red. she dropped one white carnation on the soil— not mourning, just marking her work. she didn't stay. just smiled, as if to say: "what did you expect?" and walked off. thin heels clicking— her goodbyes. don't wait. for answers. we buried the tiny coffins beneath a tree that once grew letters to santa. we said nothing. the wind said enough. they said it wasn't murder. only "what happens when you learn."

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Date: 5/25/2025 9:51:00 AM
This is a very powerful poem with great imagery! I loved reading and rereading it, and I'm glad you shared it. Beautiful work.
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Jasmine Tsai
Date: 5/26/2025 7:28:00 PM
Your kind words mean so much to me! I actually wrote it for one of the contests, but I completed it too late. I decided to post it anyway since I really do think this poem reflects things people know but wouldn't name... That's what I tried to write about. Thank you for your compliments<3

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