Right straight in my eye it flew dressed in a greenish colour,
incompetant plant,i stare with mistical eyes.
With rage multiple builts of anger,
I yelled by my first name and wished to bite it to ease the pain of vengeances.
but i was indeed struck by the smell of ecstacy,
i treasured it for it managed to make me cry,
seasons changed,
it let go of its touch and nature smiled backwards.
not even a flinch of tears,
that flashed from out of nowhere,
i lost the count of time.
Either i was sleep walking writing my dream down,
or she was one of a kind.
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