diaric, poetry

im baby the botanist

im baby the botanist, baby the rumor,
the garden nursery, baby the ruler;

when the wheelbarrows are positively poetry-in-motion. purple.
majesty. Yes to all and sister to chaos.
winds turn your head … Ready? they say … HoneyFear,

The mysterious carriage appears.

… am I a cold-hearted snake or do you just have a crush on me?


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