colors are confusing
suddenly
no longer my hue
your rambling along side
refusing to honor
my worn hands…
tossled glide
through this planted forest
pick me a bouquet
bring back a smile
we can watch
the glittering light
ascend and rest upon
our heads
seasons: a poetic journey 
take it
make it
shake
it fuck it
be she
for once
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