the engine of a car; the petals of a rose
she says “I’ve written a book of poetry”
she shows me her favorite poem
we stand waist-deep in water
I read her favorite poem
lilies float by
I start to cry
I wake up
bye
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the engine of a car; the petals of a rose she says “I’ve written a book of poetry” she shows me her favorite poem we stand waist-deep in water I read her favorite poem lilies float by I start to cry I wake up bye |