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Aug 7
The flower that blooms before it buds,
the fruit that rots before it ripens,
the heart that loves before it desires,
the soul that starves before an appetite,

the bottle that empties without sorrow,
the sun that rises without cause,
the tide that crashes without reason,
the eyes that see without judgment,

the hands that touch without fear.
Jan Reest
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