where are the sunflower dresses that
ring so true in the warm wind of my love?
where is the leftover raisin that squishes under
the feet of blind desire?
leave me a morsel of turkey breast at
the thanksgiving table of forgiveness
the jaded lightning rod of anger
comes with a money back guarantee
don’t try to understand the patterns of colour
on an autumn leaf
just fall in harmony with the sensational dying beauty
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