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Jan 2015
fearful flame
sputtering
in the howling storm
that it made

water trying to flow uphill
can’t
until it turns around

a rolling rock
gathers scratches
but some scratches
are beautiful

breathing
another one
breathing
not stopping
breathing
and loving it
Written by
daft canny clauses
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