flowerinclay
doIsurvive?
eachday
oneday
isfollowed,bythenight
andthenthesun
comesagain
whenIremember
tinycactus
growinginflint
seedscast
generations,ago
ifigure
ought
tohangon
too
battlefiends
whenwill
it
end
pleasestop
findsome
peace
in
your
self
tiredoflooking
for
kindness
and
finding
grim
passthatlamp
overhere
Diogenes
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