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May 2017
Your pure heart is the only completely true object.
I long to plant a flower in it,
Watch the beau blooming beauty
In high regard -
Sparks of passion, astir in my gut,
Blazing

Fury without direction,
Fierce the luscious hues
And hot

This nebulous,
Cloud of stardust, this bright
Thunderstorm of Love.
Megan Sherman
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Megan Sherman
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