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Sep 2016
I am trying to write poetry about flowers,
The messy, spillingover kind, rioting, too
Bright, so alive something in me cracks likeΒ Β sidewalks
When tree roots push up the concrete like When molars
Erupt from sore gums that time she said when I grew
Too big for carrying, I had to learn how to talk
like an adult. Whatever. Money. Car. ***. Pill.
Capitalism. Work. Responsibility.

But something about tangly sunbright flowers still
makes my heart say whee.
Shrinking Violet
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Shrinking Violet
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     misha and NV
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