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Plant Portraits

This series is a work in progress. 


Your sweet fragrance lingers

In the thin, open air

This weight bears down

Without a sound.

Stretching my skin

Til I cannot pretend

That this burden I carry

Won't make me weary

Of every action done

And the days to come.

But this weight

I must shoulder.

Even in your final breathes

You skin's as radiant

As the evening sun.

You gracefully reveal to me

There's a melancholic beauty

In what we've done.

I am sinking.

I am floating.


I drink it all in.

Yearning, Inconceivably

This Echoing Buzz

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