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Mar 2016
I come from where the flowers don't grow

As dark a place as that.

I come from where the flowers don't grow

A place streaming with black rats,

Herded together they roar in flow

Of teeth and fleas

So all who sees

Will scatter.

No matter.

I come from where the flowers don't grow

I gain my sight

When the moon doth glow.
Polar
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