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Mar 2013
words spill out of your mouth
like bouquets of the most
wild flowers…

& yet you stand before me
with your hands stretched
reaching out…

you want me to be delighted
by this gift of  earthly
laughter?

no, for flowers & anything
else you could find the
words for…

will one day perish
will one day wilt away
in quiet way…

despite,

despite, it all.
La Jongleuse
Written by
La Jongleuse  France
(France)   
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