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in my dreams, I walk a path

lined with blooming boys

leaning down, I pluck the stems

bring them to my lips

scent of springtime, April blush

buds against my tongue

I tease apart the petals

to taste each center

sweet honeysuckle boyfriends

blossom in my night

on waking, I brush away

flowered memories


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