Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head, Warsan Shire
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" I Ask Percy How I Should Live My Life" by Mary Oliver
Love, love, love, says Percy.
And hurry as fast as you can
along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust.
Then, go to sleep.
Give up your body heat, your beating heart.
Then, trust.
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