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Jul 20
I found flowers growing in concrete cracks
Stuffed between the streets.

On my way to the bank I found things growing in the city.

I grabbed them,
Placed them in my hand,
Tried to deposit them,
But the teller told me I was crazy.

So I went home with pockets filled with concrete seeds–
Eyes open wide,
Cause there's something growing in my city.
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Nadai  122/F
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