[POEM] 1.19.24

Learning to love myself

Is an act of reason.

And now,

I shall finally



From my oppressor;

Gloriously perfect

In my imperfection.

Heart open like a violet rose

In a passionate kiss with a

Midday pause.

The only sound,

A fat bumblebee

In a drunken ecstasy.

I sit in the shade of the

Lemon tree

And remember

All that Ever Was.

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