WISDOM TEETH

forget-me-nots

the land is of the plenty

you're not careful

and thus you're a part of the plenty

only idiots starve in the garden of the eden

to be or not to be?

swathe me in silk

honey slicked lines

rosebud loops

wither wither

with her

it's not one-size-fit-for-all

bloom dear quarterback

allow this mocha merry moment

this is pringle deluxe

squish this salted crisp

sitting on a swivel chair,

the nth turn of a decade connection

she sketches you a circle of flowers

for all your chosen loved ones in

too many episodes of gardeners world

you try and memorise the latin names

you are both daisies

you say 'i know you love me'

she chants 'NOT!'

don't spend your life being dust to side chicks

-- you'll wish you had a friend like you

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