Vines in spines made
of moons and tunes,
sun flower and gun powder,
many pieces of you.
sun flower and gun powder,
many pieces of you.
Half-moon leaves
when sun flowers breathe,
wilting to starless nights,
empty thriving trees.
when sun flowers breathe,
wilting to starless nights,
empty thriving trees.
Here on this vine embodied
deep in my spine, moon
leaves of trees and sun
flowers weave through
deep in my spine, moon
leaves of trees and sun
flowers weave through
the endless beauty
flourishing within you.
flourishing within you.
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