A pang, and there it is
A seed planted, and you are as unsuspecting
Innocent as the earth
What was once loose tilled flakes has something harder
Something warmer to hold on to
And worried,
Caressed like a tongue over cut lips
A new taste
Brought to the forefront of the mind
Watered
Blossomed
Into something strange,
But lovely.
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