ymmiJ

ymmiJ Mar 26

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some believe in worms
from dirt we slowly return
after rain come birds

ymmiJ Mar 26

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sunday morning shoes
bright and shiny like brand new
pray my soul is too

ymmiJ Mar 26

Eeyoreku

my shadows' a cloud
without one attached to me
nothing more lonely

ymmiJ Mar 26

along western skies
prairie hills bow in homage
to the setting sun

ymmiJ Mar 24

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old tree initials
aged lines etched upon our face
we change yet remain

ymmiJ Mar 24

in that dry concrete
his little footprint remains
from that summer day
I still see him standing there
like it was just yesterday

ymmiJ Mar 24

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catch a breeze
inhale the fresh seas
stop and breath