Shallowed by the roots, never to deep to drown.
If you are a queen, I will kiss the lips to your feet.
Never too far, by the throw of a stone.
In my mind, fear is sincere.
The flower, the bee, what I want you to see.
Please forgive, the I in me.
Sorry with the unforgiving worry.
Is the hurry which I buried.
So I am.
So Sorry.
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