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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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