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Feb 2017
She
For Sam, always.*    
    
                       She above
                       else.

                         halt,
the business (close).
                         shut
                         time as it goes.


The enter, the
                        bed of flowers
                        (the glaciers
                        of the poppy)
                        among & over
(the opening of the heart)
This is where we take our start.

Here, an atlas planted clean.
(the golden paint,
the dripping sheen)
Sam Stone Grenier
Written by
Sam Stone Grenier  25/M/Wisconsin
(25/M/Wisconsin)   
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