Buried Deep
In the meadowbelow the weeds
my dark center burns bright
Burns the tips
of the roses' thorns
Burns the hairs
off the ant
that came to say hello
Burns a hole in the sheet
of my happiness
Shut that fucking cat up!
Shut up yourself or
I'll let you live
in my center
In the meadow.
Below the weeds

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