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I am throwing things away
Only careful to conduct my citzenship
In a very responsible way.
I wrap my garbage so nothing can drip
Into the frail environment:
Feelings, emotions, clutters of the soul
Tied neatly with each argument
I tossed out to be broken down by mold.
And when I thought me done
With all this waste, this litter I have of words
You some flower primed by sun
Come rooting here with seed for applauding birds
And said I nourished all this
The fragrant flowers, the succulent seed and fruit
Birds breaking out with bliss
And poetry a fresh potting soil at your happy root.
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