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sedehaven
sedehaven I am writer. Hear me starve,
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At 38, all of my grandparents were over the hill. Now, so am I.

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I have crested the green hill,

I have crested the green hill, and gently now, I roll.

Up was pain. Up was cruel.

Up was pain. Up was cruel. Down is gentle. Down is easy.

And I am happy, with grass

And I am happy, with grass and dandelions in my nose.

The good earth under my skin.

The good earth under my skin. Frost in my hair, soft belly,

The good earth under my skin. Frost in my hair, soft belly, and fewer teeth than I used to have.

But

But My eyes are the same,

But My eyes are the same, and so is the moon.

I sleep beside my love

I sleep beside my love at the bottom–

years and years from now,

years and years from now, when all of my rolling stops.

Thanks for reading! This poem and others are on Tumblr @sedehaven! Please like, share, and comment!

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