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Ears throb, red     enlarged like the calloused hands of a work man Progression succinctly procreating Will it be pruned to grow stout and fruitless     Or will it be nurtured in its expanding plumage The hands of the divine grasp the newly grown roses, and they sniff      Gawking, hysterical, astounded, grateful They roll in the thorns   Because the wind doesn't blow
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 2:53 PM UTC
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Ears throb, red     enlarged like the calloused hands of a work man Progression succinctly procreating Will it be pruned to grow stout and fruitless     Or will it be nurtured in its expanding plumage The hands of the divine grasp the newly grown roses, and they sniff      Gawking, hysterical, astounded, grateful They roll in the thorns   Because the wind doesn't blow
#confusion#gratitude#aknowlegment
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 2:53 PM UTC
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