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Nov 2016
As much as I
Reach for the sun
You keep pushing me
Back into the dirt.

Why can't you
allow me to blossom?
You fertilize me,
Water me.

When I begin to finally grow,
You take away
The sun.

And you open
The skies.
It pours and pours.

Will the rain ever stop?
Stevie Knight
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Stevie Knight  Maryland
(Maryland)   
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