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why are you so closed off from me?
I know i’m messed up, i’m not dumb.
would a bouquet of my laughter
be more tangible than this alcohol?
funny to hear the rain come down
so softly, i fall asleep.
Every morning i go in my backyard
to check on the vines on my fence.
a Delicacy that few people get to see.
But you want the most, everything,
the root
the Vine
the leaves
the fruit that falls to the ground.
either you or me knows what generosity can bring.
The fruit eventually is forgotten
it’s not important, another day will come.
