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So many hearts…they say to me
Your words-
I fell upon them.
The flower is alone tonight
And I cannot condemn
Without a stem without the roots
There is no understanding
Whitened eyes
Blind to the world
Old life is too demanding
The lighting cuts
-It blinds sometimes
This ode:
it is my mind.
So does this mean
That now I’m known
I won’t be hard to find