>> It's kind of a love poem.
Absent good girl, life of my mind.
I'm alone in the house, the wind is outside.
You're in my head.
We look out the window.
A crocus is opening visibly.
We forget dream fucking you.
I go outside to smell it, you are there in a flower.
You and the flower can never know my love for you two.
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