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I hardwood floors and earthquakes. share cracks. but hardwood floors can’t destroy cities. and you, my friend, are an earthquake. II i planted flowers in the cracks. not for beauty, but for forgetting. III all i see is yellow. and i cannot remember. the sunflower grows from the crevice.
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Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 5:00 PM UTC
crevice
I hardwood floors and earthquakes. share cracks. but hardwood floors can’t destroy cities. and you, my friend, are an earthquake. II i planted flowers in the cracks. not for beauty, but for forgetting. III all i see is yellow. and i cannot remember. the sunflower grows from the crevice.
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Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 5:00 PM UTC
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