reason vaporizes like a spring frost, and we must find accounts within, but if we do a deliberate search for the dense Forget-me-not, its purple presence shows us see ten-thousand suns staring up from verdant grass- hazard a gatherer's angry buzz, --pick one its scent powders your nose with stardust sharp as a lion's tooth the bouquet of our beginnings cracks us up with a child's laughter, prancing & roaring our senses clear, for a kid remains in you
Pick One
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Apr