fire of my fire
passion of my passion
purpose of my purpose
could you see me in my turmoil
and still be loyal
so we can both,
rise as royals
like hydrated roots beneath the soil
even if we mix like water and oils
and be called, to our calling
as Roses because we
rose rise and have arisen
from a state of suspension?
so what will it take
for me to get you to listen
to my version of pulp fiction
and see in me,
esoterically
what has been hidden
because I too,
want what you’ve been missing
and I am…
nah, never mind, forget it
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