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Feb 2017
face shaped like a sunflower.
no. my face is a sunflower.
le tournesol.
the sun turns my soul.
i turn my face.
i turn to chase;
to chase the sun.
i turn to chase.
rooted roots become undone.
i chase and die.
i wither and dry.
my roots, they dry
when i die.
my face becomes food.
dried seeds for forage.
wooded seeds for storage.
my face becomes undone.
squirrels and birds
peck, peck, peck;
crack, crack, crack.
they pull my face apart.
feeding frenzy from the start.
i dried, i died.
chased the sun,
i chased for fun.
To feed my soul,
i came undone.
i chased away
to face the fact,
i am food to come.
peck, peck, peck;
crack, crack, crack.
sunflower tournesol
Kevin
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Kevin  somewhere in jersey
(somewhere in jersey)   
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