| Embrace |
14. Feb 2009|16:19 |
I’m very good with plants: When my friends are away They let me keep the soil moist. On the seventh day I rest For a minute or two, Then back on my feet and cry for you. You’ve got cucumbers on your eyes, Too much time spent on nothing. Waiting for a moment to arise, The face in the ceiling and arms too long. I wait for him to catch me. |
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