Leave me alone
amidst the daisies.
I have come to talk
to a quivering dandelion.
I must see. I must
count the teeth of the tiger
who had stopped killing
the bucks, but-
there was death in the grass.
Cannot believe in
shadows moving behind the
moon. The space was
shrinking, and tongues were
very sharp, but -
there was death in the grass.
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Author:
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