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Mar 2012
The flower of once was
the leaves of all
the grown
the leaves and petals and stems and stuff
of all the things I own

And what is it,
I own on Earth?
if not the lakes and seas.

The flower of my time on Earth,
a time that own
not me.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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