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Jun 2018
diamonds are a naive dream
but setting up next to a river
is trimming off all of the excess

you arent impeccable
you anger, melt, chip, stain
but you self soothe

you expound, even your alternations
are within the realm of reason
you arent a liar and i wont mop you up

tomato plants drop and are  twined
we are the root, rod, flower, fruit, fiber
falling down, holding up

we are the looking glass, mirror, split
whole, humble shimmer and harsh set
we are as we aren't.
Kq
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   Myrrdin
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