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21
She loved to look at flowers
smell fruit
and the leaves had to look of loving
But halfass drunken sailors
staggered thru her sleep
scattering semen
over the virgin landscape
At a certain age
her heart put about
searching the lost shores
And heard the green birds singing
from the other side of silence
-l.f
Everythings really bittersweet right now.