It opens like a flower, like a bomb
like a generous well
Symmetry sculpts the heart
each chisel blow
It expands to live on
sponge like minds
enjoy short duration
we guess nectar
Such flowers bloom
mouths curve lips
effortlessly
unware
dough rises
The warmth of the oven
is that what family is?
does love smell like that?
color assaults the eye
overpowers it
Is tamed by it
lips open eyes
expand them
dazzle them
So passive the beholder
effortless spongelike
A drop of comfort
each dimple sharp
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