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Dec 2014
These seeds are light out of darkness,
Breathing in the deep cool earth
Far below our surface.
Thin lines of glowing brightness
Spread beneth the dirt.
A sprout will come with the rain,
Strong stalk supports yellow leaves.

They tried to bury us but they didn't
Know we were seeds.
Something Simple
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