seasonal affective disorder (Remove filter)
S.A.D
I
am a garden.
Greenest grass shoots from my scalp.
tulips tumble from my mouth
Birds flock, Bees beguile, soil
a path from which my bark legs grow
rooted, stable.
A yellow star shines over me, i suck
growing growing growing
buds blossoming
fruit grows, sweet.
fruit grows fruit falls
pink petals plummet
a soil path hidden in soiled fruit soiled sweet fruit
green leaves scatter
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Sunday 18th December 2016 10:59 pm
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