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Blue Iris
On your royal blue wings
lies a small yellow river
of golden sunshine
Your eyes open up
and see the whole world
for all of its beauty
Next to you
you see a tall flower
and you move towards it
You can only go so far
before your roots hold you still
and cause you to fall
down
down
down
As your roots are pulled up
you are pushed down
...Friday 13th March 2015 2:44 am
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