Poetry Blog by Connor Lannes (Flowers)
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Daisy Chains
Pick the petal, then you eat it.
Fields of daisies.
It's a sort of unegotistical monopoly that I crave
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I think.
Playground fortune telling is a mysterious art that rides on the idealistic concept of opposite chance.
Loves Me.
Loves Me Not.
Where I stand now.
Where yellow spiraled arms that reach for love, surround me.
I come to the bubbling surface, that the reach...
Wednesday 26th July 2017 9:57 am
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