The flowers in the field
One day my body will yield
Buried without any shields
The flowers in the field
The stems - we'll be friends
As I grow up into them
The flowers in the field
In the wind we'll sway and feel
As new fingers touch fresh reality
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Author:
Stray Bray Jaramillo (Pseudonym) (
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