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Look at this umbilical cord,
tied ever so gently to my roots
summer grass skin,
with pale coma complexions
who are you to look at my house,
every time you drive by
I wonder what would happen if I told you,
we mixed ourselves like the new moon
maybe next time you can try flowers,
with a handful of compromise.
- Nick Elshaw 2/23/2018
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