(ACQUIESCE)
THE SOUND AS A MAN DOTH PONTIFICATE...
What doth thou withhold from me? What secrets lie buried in thy darkened skin. Thou hast never ceased to amaze me. Eye the warrior pause to peruse thee flower growing wild in an urban setting. Eye finding thou beauty invigorating and thy scent enticing inhale deeply. Eye admire thy stems that rooted are the stand as thou bursting from bloom spread. Thou threaten to send Eye swooning to the ground. A petal spinning down. Landing softly and with great weight. Thee and Eye art change... Eye in wonder at thine ability to reproduce even in the hardest of times. Thy secrets embedded yet exposed and naked if only one were to look. Stop for the briefest of moments and contemplate... Capitulate to the Noun thee and Eye personified.
These things withheld... So seldom seen.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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