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~*Hairy Peach*~ by @CatDia16

Tell me woman of

the grain and

pine,

tell me what's

so fine behind

that tide.

Something divine

or

something blind,

the storm

outside is

less than kind?

Because our bark vines

cruelly know

that that's

not a

shrine.

Call knives and

poems

sister hives,

but in these verses

we truly

lay, surprised?

No you're not,

the tongue is a knot,

and then you

believe

that you're

a thought.

Tell me woman of

the grain and

pine,

tell me what's

so fine behind

that tide.

Mother of your fractions grew

into a tree

filled with bruised

leaves,

winds are thieves.

Seeds from

a tree,

trees from a seed;

ripe peaches

is

all we see

and deceive.

Gendered farmers plant life,

oh it makes

me cry,

it rains from

the sky of

lies.

Nature is nurture

for the ones

that

receive torture

by hands

that only touch to

find worth.

Tell me woman of

the grain and