Lest You Forget Me
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Lest you forget me, a phobia
So I make the forgetfulness a row of trees.
They loom flowers all year long.
You look at.
Compelled to look at.
Flowers falling cheerfully
on the grassy field of your garden
with death-colour laughter.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş