stuck in the middle with you

the Persian buttercups
made biogeometry in me
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the beauty of flowers
are in my body and soul
𓇼
even when divinity's dark
their breeze expels
𓇼
the hid geopathic stress
purifies my naturalness
𓇼
my happiness gets power
influenced gently by love
𓇼
stuck in the middle with you
in me blooms sensuality
𓇼
your lips sigh to me politely
the poem of love in two 
𓇼
so blame me, don't blame me
you are in me, i am in you

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