She use to tilt her head up to the sky but her eyes stayed closed
She said, "The stars look prettier this way."
And so did she.
She would whisper to dandelions
"You hear me, you better grown strong,"
Little did she know, I was the one listening.
She use to hum an awful tune
Letting it change by the hour
Yet it was still sung till that day in November.
There was a girl I knew
Who made the world a little weirder
Now that she is gone,
I will hum that awful made up tune to her splitting image
Teaching her to encourage the flowers
And watch as she makes the world
As beautiful as it was when I was with her mother.
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