Gray Grave

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Contributor: Melvia Faquitt

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I couldn't set the flowers on the stone.
something so delicate
has no place
with something so hard

That was the reason you left
That was the reason you threw me out
before I could wilt
on the cold skin
of your gray grave

Now I bloom
and you do too
in your way.

The flowers you push up
will have to be enough

I'm done leaving delicate things to die
on your gray grave.

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Professor Faquitt has a passion for the theoretical side of the physics of black holes. Her favorite flowers are petunias, daisies and dandelions.


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