Dandelions

We hold on to the prickly stems of dandelions

But deceit licks on the prickly prickle frackle picking

Leaves spiking

Hearts heaving into something

We cannot decipher like

The prickly prickle fracking picking leaves

Spiking my wounds that look deceiving

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