Spring

Lilac flowers, silk soft skies,
milk in coffee
I’ve lost my mind
life on wires
feet soles bleed
pay no mind to the likes
of me
dropped on head-soft spot dead
outta my crib no signs of death
aged like wine burning and sweet
blend of reds
I’ll bath your feet
tired in cotton, candy dreams die-
congratulations on wedding vow lies
perfect happy endings
and fairytale leaves, orange tea leaf
blossoms and cyanide deeds.

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