I can’t bear the type-ing that
Places my heart and eyes in your dishes
Ciphers not for consumption
"They" pick over, unaware of these habits
These extractions are self-made
Your difference is gleaming
Closer, the light shines transparent
Here and here, here
My place fits inside like a thistle
Pretty with needles placed in
Needles placed out
The bloom made for you
Frozen in resin, hands prying still
These things of you, of I
Made of me, are contained and exploited
Careful focus is recommended
Beyond this, what can I share?
The arrangements have been spoken
Flower, eyes, lips, heart
It is up to you
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