Chocolates:

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She devours whole apples and more
To satisfy an increasing metabolic rate,
Cold and flowerless she shivers,
Big of belly and small of powered will.

For difficult granite and for soft valley,
Fast,
But grow big and big and tall,
And tell the people,
About your biology,
And about beauty,
That can show itself in the vast ironies of the world.

Rinse out resolve,
And static time,
To swell abdomens and such,
And drink down poor oaky wine,
To calm the organs out of touch.

Sometimes it doesn’t take salt,
Or grain,
Or concrete or mustard seeds,
To devour whole worlds, stars and old spirits,
To see the wood for the breeze.



P xoxoxoxo