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Life can be transitory, at best.
When I die, I would request one guest.

I’d like the best friend who stuck around…
Never let me drive her out of town.

My whole flower garden left to seed.
Save this medicinal superweed.

The flowers she sets intoxicate.
All while being beauty delicate.

My twig of family will be there.
The ones that I chose, who did not scare.

Never my lover; my life’s best friend.
My favourite person…at the end.

For: J

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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