Apple off the ground
Oh the
Smiling mountains dragons mouths
and clouds
a crown
glass apples from
the tree
cut and peeled
how does it feel
like running fingers
on a brick
the middle untouched
softer
apple chunks
latticed dough
dribbling in all manner
of creation
patterns
three slices down
always taste nice
miracle cakes
made by who
your daughter?
which daughter,
you daughter who's here,
ah, the witch daughter
fleur des les terre.
- fleur des les terre - flower of the ground, i say earth - earth flower.
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