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Blossoms are the
Hopes and dreams
Attached to the thorny
Stems of life
We all have to climb
To smell the roses
 Apr 2016 Aztec Warrior
Onoma
Nicked by stars
in a dreamless
state...while
fielding visions
of the coming
sun.
Scarcely
contained by the
day it's put to,
as if put out by.
A superabundant
living space lit with
great care...dying space
smote with great care.
For love
to see passed itself,
hence Love the more.
The only way to assuage
such clarity.
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