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May 2015
I hold a blue dried rose
up in my hand so that
a ray of sunlight finds its way
through petals

and there - like melting metal I can feel
how - finally - the
big
hard
stone
that so long blocked my throat
melts, too.
:-* cheers.
Written by
Me and You  Here and Now
(Here and Now)   
194
   --- and Ignatius Hosiana
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