where are you my love what are you doing
I can't call the weed I've grown in my chest
are you destroying our dreams with one-night irresponsibility
I've been watering it for two days is quite long
are you stroking embalming her inners are not worth 2 pennies
am proud I can comb the plant and make a plait
are you squeezing the fruit until liquids water your mouth
have hopes I will undo it and cut it once for all
can you hear the affectionate melody from the moons and stars
it is for your dreams to be clean and true
W.P.
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