Delicate Destroyer

I once thought
I’m a sequoia
ballistic breeze brawl
scrunching to sores
yet bounty brooding;
I was lying

It was you;
your presence puked
feelings to stool

then the tree
met her split
axe-like beauty

fallen saucy sequoia;
Adejoke the destroyer.
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Published by Zuxiān

A sperm that was sown, Which for years has grown: Now, growing as a clone.

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