<garran> I AM A POEM ABOUT NOSE MUTILATION.

fair meadows’ sweet scent,
  barne on whisps of wind
daisy plucked to wilt,
  slain for child’s joy
pollen implanted,
  seeds of recontent
gentle white caress,
  soaring on garran.

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