And so you sprinkle
Down the hills in existing
Like flakes freeze
So dense you choke
First cry then whack
In q-tips your heart doth lie
I come out all teased
With angelic upbringing
When some do say, in life
One cries incessantly, I
Look out of necessity
To brighter days underfriend
Ship on a glade wave tosses
Futures and means
Dressing my salad never was heard
As eloquent as dream
Flesh of my flesh
Blood of my blood
This is what i should
Have done in your
Name
Drape a wall
Dig my hole
Wait to clasp
The flowers that dropped after
Your name
really not good, but in tribute to the occasion it was written for, I leave it be, as if it were a haiku that's written on the wind.
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