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Sunflowers,

 

and concern. There is a vase of the yellow masses in the window. They remain motionless despite the sound of the air cracking, the belt. Thirteen, fourteen. His body, in this space, is pointless.

 

August 2014_Poem 10_Sunflowers,

 

August 10, 2014, MLT

 

 

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