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Educe

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your eyes delve into me
like a shovel breaking ground.
will the gardener educe
fragrant flowers and juicy fruit?
will you nibble my flesh as my scent washes over you?
...or will you leave me bruised and downtrodden?

will thorny weeds penetrate the cloth of the planter's gloves?
there's a fine line between hard-to-get and a pipe dream.
which am i?

...which are you?

will you reap my fertile fields
...or rape them?
will my fields lie fallow and unused,
as you refuse to cultivate my bounty.
will you ignore my potential for growth
and neglect me altogether?
will you shower me with water
or drown me in it?
(sustenance quickly grows to substance abuse.)
or will you salt the earth
and leave me empty and worthless?
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  1. meandalsoiFebruary 3, 2012 at 2:27 PM

    Shows promise, but unbalanced. Revise! Revise! Revise! (Why do a hear this in a Dalek's voice?)

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