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Aug 2023
If I am to temptation
what temptation is to
loyalty, then why
must the safflower
be so pretty, yet
Dangerous?

Why must the smell
-Of this prickly thing-
be so alluring? Like
Cooked flesh to the starving?
Yet, it's poison flows just as quick.
Who knows-

Of course, I wish to pick it-
Clean? certainly not, but for the beauty
of a single safflower? Nearly anything would
suffice.
With June 'round the corner, there be nothing left
-but the hell that is life without you.

I do.
errrr we messing with some structures and such lemme know if this isn't great because that bottom stanza still looks WACK.
Written by
Charlie Harman  23/M/Iowa USA
(23/M/Iowa USA)   
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