saturday, 11:15 am

grape jelly stained the counter until a scar appeared
and like a machine i’ll scrape it off
you are a hidden clarinet rose, your soft song highlighting
1,000 violin thorns

out back i got a patch of yard that i don’t like to mow
cause it’s nice to have something just grow around you

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