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june 21st, 2017

and it's easier to breathe, running with the flowing winds and floating away in the running falls. i am happier; i am at peace.

the sun has not been eclipsed; its light still burns on. the flower still grows.

but the sun can be dangerous, and the light can burn the flowers' petals to wilting layers any day if water cannot be found. its unintentional pain, but it is pain nevertheless.

and no flower can survive the heat of an intense summer day, drier than the eyes of a mourner.

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