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My Roots Dunked Zeep

I met her during an overwhelming winter

The gloom of Demeter exhibited

With frigid frosted ground

And unsparing winter wind

Yet her eyes gleaming and mellow

Causing my admiration to spurt out

And when she gabbed of white butterflies

Flapping superimposed on each other

On the foot of maple trees

On the birth of spring

I secretly slipped my roots into her flesh

I grabbed her heart to compensate for my beating

I felt her pulse in my veins

And her heart throbbing in my chest

And tar pumped into my organs

And my inside icy and wilting

That is when I ran away

Disproving her existence in my head

But my roots

Still dunked deep into her

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