An older one. Toadly forgot to post this sooner.
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My blue orchids bloom
Under your fists of glory
(How's that garden coming along?).
Yet, your love runs green
Through every laced confession
Or every chloro-somethings.
And so I grow.
Compost
My blue orchids bloom
Under your fists of glory
(How's that garden coming along?).
Yet, your love runs green
Through every laced confession
Or every chloro-somethings.
And so I grow.
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But I really do like this one. blaugh