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He told me
I was like a sunflower:
and I'm rather touched
that he didn't compare
me to a rose,
deceptive in its beauty,
but rather a flower
that constantly
follows the path
of the sun.
 Apr 2015 Alison Jones
NV
i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.

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