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Hearts & Flowers


for the day of the dead
i went to old town
it was the first time
since that last time

a man stood behind a newspaper stand
with silky palm leaves
threading them into flowers and hearts
my heart spoke before my mind could remember
and stifle the desire to buy one
to give it to you
i could see myself handing you
this piece of beauty
i thought...
i knew you would have loved it






i wanted to buy one for you
but then reality and sadness with it welled up
because i couldn't...


   

...it's the little things that hurt the most <|3
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