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Release by S.P.

​I remember seeing
little, half-naked village kids
running behind shiny cars.

Suddenly, I can relate.

Onlookers would act embarrassed.
Those in the car, amused.

The flower does not say goodbye to the sun
until its last petal begins to unfold...
and by then, it is too late.
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