Sinful Ivy
Ginseng hugs my senses.
Blue eyes watching the evening sky.
The trees wave their arms in my direction.
They send leaves to my lap.
Falling on my body in showers.
Covering my skin...
Creating my armor...
Morphing my mask...
I can remember the last time I saw this sky.
The only difference was...
There wasn't a painful rash on my heart.
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