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so many flowers here it looks like somebody died
i keep moving i think to be sure that it's not me
though to be still and here turns out to be joy
I'm continually tempted by the enthrall of dislocation
less flowers out there but oh! the vistas
yet building and destruction is what i see
so to professional warriors the fight i surrender
cook the meat and tend flocks of ideas
and i'll share all with you after your important war

6 Jun 11

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