not a lover
barely a friend
you're just a state of mind
sailing through the wind
touching nothing real
only your heavy heart is
substantial
seek a body
rest your soul
find an honest smile
baskets of love
mailed to your door
only to find no house
are you set on your cave forever?
stop planting pretty flowers outside its mouth
you're catching all the bunnies
and they think they're getting homes
be a lover
be a friend
or stop planting your flowers
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