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I have but two petals, spun
between opposing poles. As for all else,
gears drive me. I am automatic.

Or not, for you must still strive
uphill, both ways, bent double over
till with a gasp, we come together
to the crest, the crenelated, the
flash and the flush of lightning.

next time I'll bring a slicker.

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