My fingers are like flowers
Tearing through the sky
Around your neck and in your throat
My fingers are like flowers
Can’t you let me be alone?
Crawling through the woods
Innocence has no place here
My fingers are like flowers
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Author:
cameron lynne (
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- Category: Nature
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great poem !!
Thank you for your comment, I appreciate it!!
These are some quite invasive flowers, hehe. I can just imagine them crawling. Nonetheless, there's some deep meaning here, with the whole "innocene" line. Well done!
Thank you!
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