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When I am a flower

And the bees are all wasps

And I am lost in the shower

Of all things bright

When I am a bird

And the rest are all still

I will fly forever

And the light cannot take me

When my water

Is the river of emptiness

And five thousand years of rain

Will make it lack still

This is the face of flaws

And the skies are open

And the eyes are open

And their mouths are open

Screaming

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