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Wednesday, April 26
Potted plants
The idler wrote,
bloom and fade,
pretty petals drift away
from the ugly stalk,
which will in time
, read it back in a loop,
an infinite sentence; then
crumpled it up; sighed;
put his forehead on the desk.
april 2023
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