100 roses in your toadish eyes

February 21, 2020

Do you ever weep after a dream
For the loss of emotion?

You hadn’t recognized it as lost
Until you felt it in sleep?

Once again I grieve the mania
I grieve the transcendence
I grieve
you

Jasmine said, “100 roses in your toadish eyes.”

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