I don't know
And
I may never learn
How to sugar to be sweet,
How to nitre to be salty
At moments
I need most.
I don't know
And
I may never learn
How to up to be nod
How to bow down to be trough
Upon waves
I need most.
Perhaps I am becoming
More of a flower,
Evergreen and Remontant
In seasons
I hate the most.
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