Not ready long, they reach
for attention, beg to be seen
within the tall dry grass:
pink pulses clinging to the stem
like winged fairies resting might
if you let yourself believe.
Not ready long, they reach
for attention, beg to be seen
within the tall dry grass:
pink pulses clinging to the stem
like winged fairies resting might
if you let yourself believe.
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You have to believe. Otherwise where would all those teeth have gone?
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