laura bean Poems

Trash on the roadside,
oil wells burning.
little children in ragged clothes
selling unwanted item to no one.
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When your world turns
from grey to black
All you can do is hold on and
peak into the corners of your mind
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Windchimes, dancing on a windy morning when no one is around.
My head on your heart beating while I slowly drift off to sleep.
Angels, angels snow angels, White marble angels.
Hiking up white rocks and sitting on the forest moss eating pb &j.
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