chords of beauty
if you let me
with flowers of uncanning
love
if you knew
me
bloom in the winter
and freeze in the fall
moon beneath my cheek
if you lived me
I could be a flower child
or settle for the
vulgar mediocre lifestyle
options of lust
questions of might and must
beating hearts, the only
seemingly saviors that tease
all in my own minor
if the world is convinced to believe
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