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A prickly peacock With one eloquent feather Long and majestic Rounded, kaleidoscopic Incongruous with its nature Reflective of its stature.
You bloom like a flower In my fertile heart Your ideas like petals Your words like thorns Your thoughts like blackjack That clings to me. And I, Unwittingly, Plant you wherever I go.
Today When I was in the shower; I thought of pineapple. Not the outside – the inside. Yellow and sweet Like a friendly sun That cuts your tongue As its juice hypnotizes you.
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