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Feb 2022
it's limbs
grew out, over shallow water
dims the forest floor
with the sunshine it gathers
leaving ferns to wither
like winter
but only cause you've gone
does this blood
boil hot enough
or do you need to do more
to see it warm
before you'll let me fill your loving cup
and you feel like the *****, smh
Written by
Manx Kronos Pragna  24/M
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