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Jul 2010
A single ****
Sprouts from the ground
First of its kind?
Last to be cut down?

This ****
Could be either one
A pioneer, or survivor
Alone in the sun

Part of a cycle
Which stage I'm not sure
Past or future
It's now a blur

And this ****
As far as I can see
Does in fact
Look like me

I will sprout and die
Trying to be free
And to stand alone
From the collective "we"
Written by
James K
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