My love for People is so great,
My heart melts once it has twitched;
The nights break down to slithering pieces
Of dark and darker pieces, shards,
When he is away, when his time has passed
The moments of life begin to thaw.
He is a beautiful ripe fruit, his beauty is great,
Gardening is all I do,
Waiting for all the right moments in my life.
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