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Flowers
I'll write you sonnets, if you witness
Vacuous, hollow words contained
Restrained by structure
Ever toiling to find meaning
Or
Run amok in a field of words
Harvesting life's little treasures
Unkempt, sprawling, falling out
Of pants pockets before I shove
In your tall glass with my water
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