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More Life (an Elegy)

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When these plants die, I do ask why?
But then I reflect on days I don’t try. 
To care, to water, to just speak life. 
And then I get so busy I don’t think twice. 
Until when I notice, you wither and die. 
The silence ain’t golden, neglecting you cry. 


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