August 9, 2010
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Misplacing the instinct
abandoned on the playground,
orfan thorns on a deathrow
underneath my velvet feet.
Rosetrees experience umbrellas
in a shade of unfulfillment.

Take the instinct,
stuff it in a barrel
filled with wet sand and dry hope.

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