Minerals

Men, minerals

fill my dialects.

Wearing orange,

drugs worldwide

sing their song.

Something about lemonade.

Young women of wisteria,

Iron,

Zinc.

Xylem and phloem on two sides

Of the same love

thrown off

in autumn.

My body has lost something.

Bones are in my tongue of power

over the earth.

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