give me no qualm.
show me the secret of my palm.
would you mind?
pass me your flamboyant words.
flood me with your greatest perks.
is it plausible?
earth and green.
rocks and spleen.
insinuate me?
history pointed at every little direction.
precision questioned at every little decision.
think you can handle one small heart?
i am a no poet;
words are just meant to rhyme with feelings.
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