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If I'd fit in the windowsill I'd plant myself in your direction, I would =use the sun's energy to make this place destination. How dare I hate =this space I occupy, I'm left to my devices, turning to light I'm =waiting for the cue, to beckon to the shoot, and break the crust upon =the soil. Lack of light the iris expands, my eyes abosorb a power coming =from behind my dim room, in my den amber and damp, as if lit by faith =alone, I've been more faithful than you know.
Submitted by: Mel
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