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20 Hawk Blossoms to Kabir Hawk. Twice you come to me, seek me out in my kitchen where I hide among steamy pots of soup made from flowers and dirt Blossoms push up through floor. The ceiling cracks its fragile shell open to you. I am afraid to die, yet I unlock the door, let you in Your pink breast against me, your eye that has seen all from so far above bores deeply into mine ...

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