you slowly turn the blood capillaries
in my head into roots
pleasant thoughts of you
fill my mind
forming little apple green skinny shoots
the near both ends of my mouth
involuntarily curves
causing minty green leaves to emerge
i think the image of your face
seems to be tattooed onto my inner eye lids
and the sunshine shines through my bedroom windows
for the pink wild flowers to wake
and i do not mind
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