Joel Lees Poems

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1.
Conversion

If I am to be converted,
I will convert into oxygen, carbon, water and soil.
Still be alive in the trees above when the remnants of my soul are scarcely found.
Still hear my lungs breathe in and out with every wind chime, ghost divine, made it in time, in humankind.
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2.
Differences

Love
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