am
i all you need?
you
gentle flower, fragile seed
you
steer what is clear
otherwise
my near
is
to be feared
my
near is to be feared
what’s
that word?
unacceptable
can
we just be honest?
co-write
a love sonnet
erase
every line
that
isn’t about the vine
that
must be nurtured by me
so
you can be happy
i
know everyone else is brilliant
and
i’m lacking any thought
because
i have not brought
service
to your satisfaction
justifying
your dismiss
because
i won’t matter
until
i flatter
all
your chatter
and
admit
for
an acquit
that
all my art
should
start
with
repetition
of
your definition
of
sedition
which
in complete repentance
and
groveling i will be
only
your need
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