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Jan 2018
operose, to open rose
slaves to pull its petals down
the time it takes to bloom them out
a senecan stoic to peter his prose
to hide under its sharp thorned nose
pops the top till the flower pouts
dust to dust on its soil mound
touka
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touka  23/F/Wilmington, NC
(23/F/Wilmington, NC)   
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       Jack L Martin and Woody
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