The daisy struck midnight
yellow on black
roots reaching for the sun
its petals lightly
dirtied from the darkly
lit ocean
stem stretching for the moon
trying
again
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2009
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December
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- Scene 130: Rebirth
- Scene 129: Beauty of the Night
- Scene 128: Direction
- On the Natures of Seduction
- Scene 127: Adrenaline of Addictions
- Scene 126: Winter Salesmen
- Scene 125: Toy Satisfaction
- Scene 124: Red and White in Winter
- Scene 123: Coal
- Scene 122: My Martini
- Scene 121: Worth (Thanks for the Memories)
- Scene 120: Wallpaper Stories
- Scene 119: Dark Flights
- Scene 118: May Flowers from the West
- Scene 117: Marvelling at Nothing
- Scene 116: Maybe
- Scene 115: Cloud-falling Dreams
- Scene 114: White Ambrosia
- Scene 113: We (Lightbulb Love)
- Scene 112: Blooming in the Dark
- Scene 111: Presidents On the Street
- Scene 110: Behind the Fore
- Scene 109: Under the Mirror-blue Ocean
- Scene 108: The Heart in the Fog
- Scene 107: Watering
- Scene 106: Carrying
- Scene 105: Done Dark
- Scene 104: Acceptance
- Scene 103: On the Nature of Men
- Scene 102: Nowhere Man
- Scene 101: Swept
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