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Michael Hill May 2016
on a flower sits a beautiful woman
her hair so blond it out shines the sun
her cheeks so rosey like the blood of the moon
when she hums it's like an angels singing melting a frozen heart
when ever she touches someone it makes them feel as if they are floating into the sky
as she sleeps everything goes quiet no sound in the air
as the flower covers her up until the morning re appears
i was thinking of a flower and this came to me

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