You Gave the Okra Plant to the Snails Shekynah Angelene Samadan
Your tongue will not diversify Grow up, young lady. The taste of slime and seeds Will not ruin you. I say it will help you go stronger Always the wiser, you presume Maybe because I like the way it tastes in my sour soup Are you going to let it die completely? Your land is fertile, lady Why challenge God and spit on his face? Solitude in lieu of responsibility You accepted to give it to the snails so they May feast on your foliage I have never seen such bravery Wilting leaves with gaping holes Your unperturbed face intrigues me
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