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Daisy
Sunlight spread her gentle petals
only to be closed again,
ever so tight.
I know her as a bud;
sweet smell stinging nostrils of dark descent.
Falling tears of milk and honey
swept clean by fresh enlightened tongue,
ever so sweet.
She knows me as sunlight;
sweet smell stinging nostrils of dark descent.
I hope she never blows away,
I'll fight to love another day.
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