you talk about a world
of flowers
and i cannot help but
also remember
the thorns and worms
bee to bee
tree to tree
aphid to
aphid
do you wish to bring me there?
is there a world for me?
flowers for the bees
rivers for the trees
suns for the grass
stones for the sands
in your circus world
of flora
Brigitte
the fauna clowns are no longer funny
look at me
i am no longer a child
candies do not
attract me
i decide for myself
now
and neither sorrow nor joy
is not
anymore the prime
envoy
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