i sip up your polluted thoughts in my bendy straw and the chunky remanants get lodged inside the thin object. i leave some for you and the lost pollen grains melt under my eyelashes. you take up the cold dandelions and run it over your lips like gloss that shines over venus's dying figure. you wonder why i look so happy because my garden is falling. i say because i have you and that is enough. you smile and nod then wonder off somewhere further into the maze of flowers.
if only i knew what was to come
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sun in my mouth | poetry √
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