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A comparison of nature and female desperation. |
| Corn silk hair settles On shoulders as soft as silk. She lifts her spinkdly, flower-budded stems Running her petal-cupped palms Over her forehead. Milkweed fantasies play Within her raindrop tears, Wishing she wasn't a mere pistil With roots gripping dirt. As she laments lonesomeness, Her beautiful frustration Inspires Nature's solemn dirges. |