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I have a
small seed
Gasoline
in the center of the chest
who wants to burn
at all costs
in the fertile soil
insomnia.
I have a knife
gagged
and buried
under the jasmine
blooming
in winter.
Sitting in a chair,
I hope they sprout
those flowers sharp
to adorn my breasts.
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