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| blueberries |
if i were to see you underneath, having lifted the heavy blankets and pulled the thin sheet that barely covers you, i would be surprised to find color to the pictures you drew black and white. where there were once blank lines, nothing written when you had so much to say, i will discover the poetry, i will hear the inaudible melodies for you are a silent film full of sound. beneath the dreams, beyond the hope, you are a wonder. |
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