The flowers know
of secrets behind the manila folders
and they hold them
knowing how
the hours go
bumping behind closed mahogany
and they hold them
knowing how
the powers flow
under the waft of their number five scents
and they hold them
knowing how
the towers blow
from the pressure of their innate stones
and they hold them
knowing how
The flowers know
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