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    Journey

    I am taking a 16-hour bus rideThat could have been an hour’s flightBut I don’t mind.What I do mind is…
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    Flowers

    She is Spring to my Winters gloomSunrise to my darkest nightsIn her, my withered self blooms See, one could say…
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