'Forward From'
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Who's got the time to riffle through else's problems?
When
mine slowly adhere to vast land of pollen
become even clearer as lost ambitions rave solve them -
easier to shatter glass surrounding tear sworn solemn,
Greatest sensation
to give battle rare chance to bobble,
take euphoric hobble
slide just momentarily underneath dirt solids -
tasting rock bottom;
Breaking frail surface will encourage soul why
another flower blossoms;
pick up strewn crumbs,
carry forward from.
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