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Aug 2017
He'd been running for days
trampling every flower he could

  He despised flowers you see,
they proved no purpose
no worth.
But they  loved flowers more than him
he had worth, at least more than flowers-
                                    didn't he?
Antares Cliff
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Antares Cliff
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