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The Graveyard

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The heavy stone
Swallowed by grass
Makes light of what lies beneath

The flowers have gone
But their shadows remain
Ghosts of wilted daffodils
Hiding behind the moon

The tree is still there
Though
Her tree
Elisebath’s tree

When it’s cold
When it rains
You can see her
In the fog



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