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Nov 2012
I did not bloom
  
     pink
underground
    summerless bulb

              mostly the
undercooked appearance

and gutty roar
         I did not bloom

     although it appears
that way –

speckled rose
with spread wings
                eating her days

     like knives
feeling small & summits

             I was born:
Worldly, sharp,
        the deranged.
Sarina
Written by
Sarina  forests
(forests)   
455
   Jerry
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