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Monday 4/23/18
When I'm away from the woods
I wonder if she'll remember me
Will the stars have anyone to catch them?
Will the ground miss the warmth of my body in the high desert sun?
Will the water still swirl and cascade down volcanic rocks?
Will the sun still kiss the moon goodnight?
When I'm away from the wilderness
Do the black bears pause their scavenging?
Or do they, like me, long for my return.
-Lauren
Come Dance in this Crazy World
4/25/18
My intangible existence is in the mountains
somewhere, my essence is floating
She refuses to leave
Refuses to die
Refuses to give herself up
The formlessness and emptiness
draws her to the peaks
ruled by feelings
She's controllably out of control
and often, I wish she wasn't so stubborn
Come down from your mountain
Come dance in this crazy world
-Lauren
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