Precocious Bloom

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Precocious Bloom

Flowers grew in her backyard
She called them pretty
With a foreign roll of her
Tongue

Flowers grew in her backyard
She pulled me to the back
Hands winding
Round
Me

Flowers grew in her backyard
She called me a man now
Said – men take flowers from
Girls like her

Flowers grew in her backyard
With boyish hands and
Hesitance,
I picked them.

– Lita

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Unplugged I disappear.
It’s hard to digest
The taste of being alone.

The roots that once held me
Tying me to the web of the wide world
Wither and I find myself alone.

My fingertips.
Miles away from swiping right
Far away from exsitence.

Light from Lita
See you soon