I want a square piece of earth to call my own.
To bury my body.
Fertilize the earth.
And nourish the peonies.
Maybe then, they’ll pick me.
Peonies
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I want a square piece of earth to call my own.
To bury my body.
Fertilize the earth.
And nourish the peonies.
Maybe then, they’ll pick me.
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