“The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.” ~ Pablo Picasso
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selected poems
my first conceptual book
being maybe
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keep scrolling down … keep reading …
keep breathing …
thank you
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geo sans
if I ever
wrote a book
about my life
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Being …
the person
I’ve become
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Maybe
the person
I’ve always wanted to be
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almost 9 months
something’s not right
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the heartbeat
stopped —
the baby still needs
to be delivered
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holding you
I’ve never felt
so helpless
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we held him
we named him
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he looked
so beautiful
so perfect
blood started
to seep out his nose
then all over
his face
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my body froze
my heart screamed
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ever since you died
I’ve wanted to believe
in a heaven
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