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all roads lead to home; the sticky forest floor is the resting place for fleeting, folding trilliums. these forbidden flowers that we're only allowed to paint, not pick. adorned and adored, fleeting and folding. flora and fauna are the exercise of the earth sweating, and the flora of our walls and desks give me thoughts like:     your body is the bridge,     the structure under my bridge. flora and fauna, painting and precision, the bridge under my body. the resting white trilliums are brilliant in their immaculate structure, the bridges they form. the bridges they form around the forest floor. so take comfort in thi

your simplicity reminds me of fine chocolate and sweet-smelling lumber. there is a certain melody in the way you speak; so truly and thick. you are honey in the carpet on a sticky day, uncertain, with vintage pleasures. look closer, i spread small insect parts on your jeans, with little hints of pansies and orchids. your voice makes me blurry, i am drowning in my own silence. here, i place silver on your tounge, and you recall quite subtly, that you prefer the taste of gold.