i know im the ugly sister
my poetrys too self-involved
i hear, hear the deepness glimmer
i criss-cross blew-eyes-resolved

so i lack the slightest word
to let you know i-really-do
so i give you this old thing
i pray to gods whats green gets through

beautifully at least you are to me
now you will find i love your ass
as we-making-together-be
a subtle feast undying grass


καλῶς γε σύ
ἦν δ᾽ ἐγώ
ποιῶν

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