The Ex; by him

In love with the field

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There are,
Truly are,
Areas delight can plate themselves from.
From crops of ecstasy,
Grown in the belly of a lady,
Which you’re essentially,
Springing beyond the weeds and thorns of life.
I love the field from which these crops grow,
With all my heart.
Need be said again I think,
I love the field,
Not the farm.
Jan 2013

 

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