she always had flowers in her hair, any kind she could find. she always wore a white cotton dress, so white it shined.
she smiled with beautiful white teeth, dimples on both her left and right cheek.
one day she found a boy, one who was the same as her. a happy, kind boy who loved everything that came his way.
they fell in love and that's how it stayed until that day they were lowered into a grave.
on their headstones, to this day, it still stays "they loved everything, in every single way".
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matter
Poetrymat·ter ˈmadər/ noun 1. anything that has mass and occupies a space. an abundance of matter in the form of poetry and short stories lowercase intended
