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Jun 2015
He was so busy painting the sun,
all in yellows and blues
that he forgot that the green
dripped from his brush
and fell upon the round
and blades where fashioned
swaying upon a ground...
and saw
that it was good.
Corset
Written by
Corset  San Antonio
(San Antonio)   
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