weakling

Intentions never carried out

Of a weakling

A seedling

Scared of petals

Drinking nectar behind

Curtains

 

Heart beating

For approval scratching

Against the ribcage

Eating at it day by day

Until it explodes –

No –

implodes.

 

Wanting a soothing call

 

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