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p l a y g r o u n d s

i sit on an unfamiliar bench
as i stare
at where our playground used to be

the see-saw where we played
or the swing where you'd sing mary poppies to me
is now torn down and destroyed

now only lays your body
underneath earth and soil
i remember your black hair
and chocolate eyes

sleep well, my princess
i'll see you again soon