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Exhibitions:

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Throw away
your begging bowls

For I am
a drop of dew
on the edge
of the rose
petal
plucked
and strewn
before your feet
so that your path
may be
made easier?

Love me
for I love you

And I am
a grain of sand
on the beach
of the ocean
of your love

And I am
a grain of sand
on the beach
that you
walk upon
where my greatest
desire is
to be stuck to
your glorious feet?

So is it any wonder
that I yearn for you