The raspberry coloured leaves on my centre table have sprouted
New life through nurture
A cutting I gave to you
The very man
Whose *** I smashed all those years ago
I remember you came in.
Not concerned about the expensive ***
The mess
The water on the carpet
But instead of the poor plant, laying to die
With pointed finger and stern brow
You told me that it is stupid to let anything die
The following year, when your devils Ivy was overgrown. You gave me the cuttings
Grinning
Gold tooth glowing warm
Put it in water, that’s all it needs
Keep it somewhere dark
I’d killed every plant I was ever given. But this one’s easy, you said
This one
Easy
It lived at the apartment
And when I moved, it propagated again
These days I have
More plants than I can count on my fingers
Less than on my toes
I’ve no green thumbs
But when I look at the plant's new appendage
I think of you
If I lose this job, I’ll miss your broken English
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 4:07 PM UTC
The raspberry coloured leaves on my centre table have sprouted
New life through nurture
A cutting I gave to you
The very man
Whose *** I smashed all those years ago
I remember you came in.
Not concerned about the expensive ***
The mess
The water on the carpet
But instead of the poor plant, laying to die
With pointed finger and stern brow
You told me that it is stupid to let anything die
The following year, when your devils Ivy was overgrown. You gave me the cuttings
Grinning
Gold tooth glowing warm
Put it in water, that’s all it needs
Keep it somewhere dark
I’d killed every plant I was ever given. But this one’s easy, you said
This one
Easy
It lived at the apartment
And when I moved, it propagated again
These days I have
More plants than I can count on my fingers
Less than on my toes
I’ve no green thumbs
But when I look at the plant's new appendage
I think of you
If I lose this job, I’ll miss your broken English
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