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餅が浜 - In an instance I accidentally related myself
to the cactus hidden in the corners behind the post office.
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This is how I explode
A wildfire that rages in self-conflict
A slow burn of self-defense brewing
June's ambivalance is a cup of tea
I'd rather sip in solitude's impromptu odes
Of an uneven bloom they deemed too slow
This is how I get my colors
Hog what the month would always trade
Puddles & cuddles of rays to store
I promised I am sharp enough to not be your bore
But Spring took her time to impress in a curtsy
Before her usual disperse into warm flushed snow
She remains one with her many, chuckling at the wilting & sprouting romances by their shaded lane
Bashfully crowning all that stands under their fluttering vain... reign... wait no, rain
The park no longer has room
For unpluckable petals & stems that can't be swayed
For the prickly & picky that can't be hugged nor played
For an odd stubble, a pitch red wound in its loom
I stood in the corner and watched them twirl & twirl
I stretched by the laze of my bed instead as April blows by in a curl
Of blanket wrapped realities that have gotten too used to being dismissed as a phase
Of moon phases, seasons that hugs to flirt then tip toes away alike with every typical frail pretty face
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