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A Tribute

 

Tears burn yellow, burn wide, in the sun. The small sunflower seeds left over along your collar and in your hair. They are senseless, aimless, unceasing. This is the definition of mourning. It is a marionette, a song, unweaving.

 

August 2014_Poem 11_A Tribute

 

August 11, 2014, MLT

 

 

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