Put your name on my lips.
If I loved this plant would it affect your life?
I only eat violets.
There's just something about the texture.
If only you were different
you could be like everybody else.
That's quite a Skill you've got there.
Sycamore cradles warmed
by silk, The grass
glittering green with death.
Head stones like faces
floating open- mouthed in the earth.
Bating your eyelashes at cereal killers.
Your eyes and mouth
playing good Vigilante, bad Vigilante.
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