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There's a flower I found by the side of the road
with a heart of gold and and fierce roots.
Perhaps I caught her just as she was leaning to earth
Looking in difficult soil for a place to rest.
The light showed her delicate profile in such a way
that I leaped out of my skin and into another, more perilous
Body. I brought her the only vase I own, filled it
with songs and a crazy poem or two, I added
Water from another time, water yet to come
and glorious now water from the pure very absolute moment
when I touch her face
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12:54 AM
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