12:19

You leave poppies on my neck

and daisy’s on my tongue.

Vines grow between my fingertips

and yours.

Roses flourish along my spine,

Azaleas in my hair.

I do not need the spring time.

I have no need for a garden.

Because of you I am forever blooming.

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