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Jul 2019
A sparrow flying free
blossoms before it's shot.
It falls like a flower from a tree.
Then the petals were feathers
warm with blood.

Then maybe that is happinessβ€”
always a sadness
Written by
πš“πšŠπš—πš›πš’  seaside of wildflowers
(seaside of wildflowers)   
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