>Flowers 2 / Grasslove

>Flowers 2

All the flowers are dead
What kind where they?
No matter now
The light is not quite right
They cannot live.
Grasslove
Slow reptilian slithering underfoot the dewey brush
Thrusting starward aspires to glove a wing pinch and twist
All must fall when love fed by wine makes a wish

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