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Pluck Me
by ellen
I am going to / die
with wanting to picked
Like a lone large wet hydrangea
I'm easy
More than a single bloom
damask and ice clusters
know the splash down white of you
I'd feed from your quick liquid
bend to the silver loam
release my petals over you
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