Marie Byrdman Poems

The snow is thick. I can barely see my own hands in front of my face.
I've been walking for longer than I can remember. I don't remember where I came from, where I'm going… Not even who I am anymore.
A nearby river is the only thing to lead me as I walk along it.
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The flowering daisy, despite its beauty, is an unwelcome parasite of the lawn. It is a weed.

Valuable nourishment in the soil below that should go to the neatly kept grass instead goes to these squatters. They must be removed to maintain order.
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