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Sunflowers
You say it takes courage
to stare at the source,
to know its face this intimately,
to dissolve and die,
each day a little,
until the only thing left
is the black essence
of light.
You say they are pretty,
almost divine.
But they hide a dirty secret.
They are cold blooded.
They can never get warm enough.
They devour the light
and turn it into something
small
and dark.
GloPoWriMo Day 8
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