“with eyes which are really petals and see / nothing with the face of a poet really which / is a flower and not a face with / hands / which whisper / This is my beloved my / (suddenly in sunlight / he will bow, / & the whole garden will bow)”
e.e. too good… losing my mindddd at this man… he is going to Effect Me… idgaffff… E.E…
— Feb 15, 2026 01:50PM
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