Inside the taste of emerald
That plays on the tongue
All copper and tin
When the green eyed woman steps in
You are trussed like a child
Confused and powerless
Beneath her jade gaze
You are what you have become
Green-fingered and hollow
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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