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Posted on January 7, 2019January 18, 2019 by Torrey

Broken by names of your flowers;

I fell-

into some place where light can’t touch

the wounds you left me

from your fathers hands

years after they were made into one.

So where do we go from here, 

I hear you screaming

again, of flowers and poison

pollen,

but i am afraid I cannot bend the wind 

in a different direction this time.

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