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Convallaria Majalis


I hike on concrete toward concrete sky My oppressors are as easy as nectar from the mouths of flowers named in Latin In the clouds I see insincere rabbits and jagged dragons I notice all the ways I can misuse those frames of chartreuse As grass they are called stubborn and cut off a head Rain's starting in Empty jail cells flood Sewage winds of the imagination make me turtle
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