Poem For Ananda

 youngblood woman
 words only skirt around you.
 The stack of neat cut paper, that is you
 too many layers to see.

 mobile girl
 different in my hands
 that is you, the clay you shape
 constant, evolving,
 essence

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 Hello, goodbye
 That's all there is
 In those eyes, in between
 It flashes all too fast for you
 Her whole life
 In my mind
 Shouldn't look behind
 Love can make pain
 Another and another
 New and old
 The old gets newer every time
 And you're still here
 For a while
 
 The smell of dirt frightens me, you know.

-Buzzy... another poem that probably won't make sense to you