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THE FLOWERS I SAW EVERY MORNING WERE CUT DOWN TO THEIR BULBS, THEIR STEMS TWO OR THREE INCHES JUST ABOVE THE GROUND. TWO OR THREE DAYS BEFORE,  I SAW THEIR WHITE FLOWERS, LIKE SUPPLICANT HANDS, THEIR ARMS RAISED TO THE SKIES. IT IS RAINING OUTSIDE. IT IS RAINING OUTSIDE. A DECISION WAS READ TO A MAN, YES, TO A MAN. WHY DO PEOPLE HAMMER THE WRONG NAILS? OR NAILING THE WRONG MAN?
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
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THE FLOWERS I SAW EVERY MORNING WERE CUT DOWN TO THEIR BULBS, THEIR STEMS TWO OR THREE INCHES JUST ABOVE THE GROUND. TWO OR THREE DAYS BEFORE,  I SAW THEIR WHITE FLOWERS, LIKE SUPPLICANT HANDS, THEIR ARMS RAISED TO THE SKIES. IT IS RAINING OUTSIDE. IT IS RAINING OUTSIDE. A DECISION WAS READ TO A MAN, YES, TO A MAN. WHY DO PEOPLE HAMMER THE WRONG NAILS? OR NAILING THE WRONG MAN?
bryan-amerila
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
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