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Uprooting Dandelions

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Eating a suicide tree's fruit
searching for the answers.

When I am me without you;
poetry meets an accident.

I stand on the shifting sands,
asking each stone, where
was my home?

In core of your earth, I was
the centrex with no message.

The white paper and black dots―
doors had become jealous.

No light falls, on the prayer book.
I apologize for my ignorance.

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