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Nov 2014
I had gotten so used to self-hatred
That when he called me
I wondered why,
Why in the world
Would a bee leave
Roses, marigolds, sunflowers
And choose to be in the mud?
"Because YOU," he said,
"You are my lotus".
Twisted Sweetness
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Twisted Sweetness
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