The Flowers on his chest

A boy I met

with a chest of flowers

all so bright in colour

with their scent dripping off his collar

But he tried and tried

to pluck them all out

these beautiful

beautiful flowers

One by one

they grew and grew

again and again

to cure him of his chest of pain

I met him again

to meet his flowers

these flowers

that drive me insane

I touched them then

I touch them now

as they blossom

in my yearning autumn

But

Alas! does he not see

that all the flowers on his chest

blossom towards me

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