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What we were promised
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I spoon her ashes courage in the silver spoon,
fill the Altoid?s tin empty of candy, smelling of
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She wanted angels
In her life, with prayers
Like the soft movement
Of birds,
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Despite the cold wind
the hoya keeps blooming
busy, safe, indoors
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