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Behind The Blind

The crocus blooms with jaunty arms
as cells launch spells to quell all harms.

Unforgiving ecologies
spark tough bark with staunch energies

undaunted by brittle terror
since life and strife fill the bearer

with pain made bold by creation

to hold such gold in elation.
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