Life in November

Lets ride a bike
Or plant a garden
I put a hundred gerber daisies 
In imperfect patterns
And scattered the petals 
From here to Japan
We dug a tunnel to heaven
But found hell instead
It didnt burn my fingers
But my heart is numb
I sat on the seesaw 
Without a friend
I painted a picture
In the absence of color
Every once in a while 
The grief drives me crazy
When I’m done ill return to class
Back row 
Brilliant student without hands

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