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Daisy

Daisy.
there she lay
planted beneath the soft, brittle earth

I remember picking you
no roses or tulips
just Daisy.

I was the gardener—
your gardener
what now shall I water

I cry in hopes my tears
will make you sprout
come out of your flowerbed

white and pure
yellow and cheery
green and new

I knew you were wilting
I saw you lose your petals
your eyes lost their vibrant glow

small and feeble
easily carried by the wind
you died within my gloves

now you are back where you began 
the dark, eerie ground
but this time

Daisy. 

 you won’t grow





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Date: 11/22/2015 10:04:00 PM
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