This pile of sugar is barely
likely I have a growing thing
since I haven't been
memories are ducks in the pond
eyes bring the boomerang
my father's in there
my mother looked so tall
I remember when I didn't
this rolly polly on the lillies
we are first a barely ball
we are first thoughts
I think of my mother
the temperature of love
thunder under the ice
darkness, your buried
Our fish had babies
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