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I forget the ongoing chronic upkeep
I forget stretching, and I
didn’t see the body reflect you because the mirrorseye didn’t reflect you when
growing in pains in finale
Now, and my hips? Or, after walking around to the temple
I know I’ll be belly up there again static sharpening out for surrendering
The prayers up all night from measuring
slides to scan under crisp fists
There was a faux silk, free hand purse hidden filled with pills
My mini cores of calcium shells
slowing down waiting for me to stand holding my tongue
sticking it for the quick picture, a closing approach, and a new gate
Like coarsened salt grace, When I took myself there,
looking up. Laying corpse for absorption to see the quality of life softening
in the steps stocking personal work,
I see new hope metal beaming in lasers, cross me
Happy Mother’s Day to my Mom! I wrote this poem about us, for us. ❤️
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