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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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