nakedmeadow
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
devour
Don't trust this poetic slate
Words manipulate
Don't countenance my kindness
It begs your blindness
Let me in, let me devour
I'll deify your flower
Hour after hour
Traverse my tower
Encircle my power
Flowering, devouring, then...
showering
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