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SUCH A JOY

Watching the sun burn
The many beautiful flowers
To their death
Is such a joy
Seeing their colourful petals
Brown and then wilt

And if I had a gun That when the bullet
Hit my brain
Would
Slow down like a
Suburban slug in the summer's
Sunshine rain
I would be happy

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