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| kane |
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| the bud of a rose |
| holds tightly |
| petals clutched |
| to the blue air |
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| only a flower |
| knows how to close |
| around nothingness |
| and keep it |
| use it |
| flowers have no hearts |
| |
| men grasp at the air |
| attempting to hold worlds |
| they are devastated to find |
| nothing has slipped |
|
through their
fingers |
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5.13.05 |
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s.spachman |
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