Sour are words
i don't want to hear
Sweet is life
I'm not yet prepared
Float digested
crushed in your jaws
Scattering Like a wind
weighed down by lust
Thrust into a future
Grasp and trap
Lost inside your sutures
far apart
Bounce on harp strings
Weaving its way
Floating like ashes
engulfed in your lava
Young buds erupt
Chlorophyll feed my trunk
Fermented honey soak beehive
Drunk soldier ants out of line
Worm's poke hole in soil
Just to help you stretch
Reach for the sun
As rays pull you up
Soft landing in your hand
As I pull you up
Know you want the best
As my goals progress
Know you'll only hear
Great work cheer
My victory lap torch
A stratosphere of fluff
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