| 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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