there are plenty of times
i'd like to give my bones back
to the earth
but the flowers are budding, and you.
well i'd like to see you bloom.
k.h.
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the shade of flowers/poetry by k.h.
Poetrythe edge of lucidity, rose tinted glasses and you, my dear.
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there are plenty of times
i'd like to give my bones back
to the earth
but the flowers are budding, and you.
well i'd like to see you bloom.
k.h.
