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Bury me again
So that this time, I may die
Maybe I’ll come back a tulip in your garden
and you’ll pick me
Or a drop of water finding its way to your spring
from which you’ll drink
I’ll grow back a weeping willow
shading you when you’re blistering
Or a morning glory
wrapping myself around your lyrical dreams
A sunray
to your sighing flower on that dawn
Or the rock that fills the gap
preventing you from slipping
Maybe I’ll be that star
and realize away your solitary
A child
holding your hand to cross that stream
I’ll come back as soft lips
And you’ll kiss the loneliness of beauty
An anchor
Fixing the rain shadows
Maybe I’ll be a garden of castles
And lay you out a road of whimsy
Bury me again
Let me die, and be free