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Feb 2019
Stomata seeded psyche,
nightly thoughts perspire;
ooze from my pores,
diffuse and transpire.

Green growth needs light,
but not in my head.
It seems it’s at night
ideas sprout and spread.
Peasant The Poet
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Peasant The Poet
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   ChrisJoeMiller
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