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Dandelion
White marble with gold, this fusion unfoldsin the middle, I’ve seen: fairy-blue’s turnscrimson red, filthy palms, tiny guts churn.Once I’ve seen these crumpled wings, sweet spring’s dream!Past the gate of my heart, she had to get in… Blown desires in one’s lap, swiftly caught and held,my, these seeds are flying hats, how she jumps away.Silly… Continue reading