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Dear Lilian, ( it does not taste like your name)

Dear Fat One, (sumptuous)
we must not play out on the fields
from dawn until dawn,
we can run back home at dusk–
but home ignites nostalgia,
it is your gathering of roses.
should we run to the side where it is greener?
should we water our own side to be green?
remember sodom was green until the angels came
and turned it to blood and brimstone.

Younglan Talyoung