This is the last straw,
Everything I've tried could not revive it all
The child no longer loves what cannot breed,
Borderline drills through the teeth.
.
The effort is the bullet
Blown through the wall.
It deepens the hole,
This seed will shrivel and never regain control.
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The satisfaction blooms her ego,
The Dahlia wrinkles and crinkles
Her stems are picked and carry holes
The water ignores her thirsty petals.
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Borderline Seed,
You revamp, but malnourish your weeds,
You shall not cure what you fold!
Nothing can touch your soul,
Any other mother could love what grows.
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You'll fill that bullet made hole all alone,
Your disorder weighs you down like a criminal.
What's scary is that you're the only flower
Whose arsenic dissolves her receptacle,
What a funny lyrical.
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Borderline Seed,
You shan't grow ---
The insects will feast upon your sepals,
The flower begins breaking.
There is no awakening.
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Borderline Seed,
You hurt yourself,
You shan't grow.
I wonder if you will kill us,
Enlarging that hole.
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The bullets give no impact,
My hole fills itself whole,
Yours eats itself and snores,
Such lore you tell,
You'll come back for more.
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Now, I simper,
I don't dry heave or shiver
She lives like rain didn't flood my pistil.
There is no forgetting this —
I am documenting this:
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The bullet cannot be removed,
The wound is too deep
She plummets down the tower's hole.
"Will you rot,
closing that hole?"
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Everything is going smoothly
Her ego will become the banshee,
Soon, I will leave,
I feel it within me
Look, I see my company!
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This is the last straw,
Everything I've tried could not revise it all
The child no longer loves what could not regrow.
Such lore you tell,
You'll come back for more.