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Poetry 2

Conjure the thoughts
of the midnight realm;
and nothing to be heard,
had it not been the
bright unfold of
the sunflower
at the gaze of the
morning sun.

There be he, sat
with stare so deep
into the sky, free
and unbound in the
cosmos – gender free
in a place for divinity

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