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2d
In a nutshell, meat and wings
and infinite other disturbing things
that rise and rule with iron fist
the little nest that crowns your kiss

Curse the summer, curse the tree
that swelled such nutshells patiently
gardener saw, gardener knew
even as those nutshells grew.
I was thinking about Syd Barrett.
Written by
Shay Caroline Simmons  70/F/USA
(70/F/USA)   
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