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Oct 2012
For months you fed me
and I rejected
until I finally shriveled
and was left to die.
but in that state
I understood
and took in your offerings
and now may grow
and we may be parallel
   because now that I understand
   and don't mind occasional
   brushes with wind.

we can share pollen
liz
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