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Apr 2013
uneasy flower
stretching and yearning for you
fed by your power

the sun sees all shame
trace yourself on my petals
i **** the dirt dry

sweet kiss of winter
when I need to be alone
wither, please, for now.

crawl to me in spring
pollen all over your face
i want to smell you

your roots on my roots
pluck you from your comfort zone
toss you in compost

shut the blinds on me
as the sun i tend to feel
like i'm far away

on the wet cement
i shared myself in the dark
passed a cigarette

one bike ride so far
solitude is still sweetness
my legs are throbbing

in the chirps of morn'
i hear their frantic bird songs
awaken newness
bring on the warmth.
Paris Adamson
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Paris Adamson
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   Michael Mitchell
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