Kiss me through April
With hints of May prevailed
And hold my heart through my chest
With its endless empty cavities
And its hard flaws of discontent
And scars scabbed from words discarded
But discard me not through my flaws
Rock me instead through the tremors
Of a quiet starry night
Where early spring lingers in the breeze
But summer's lips have already kissed
the trees
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